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Despite myself, I remember the way Lucian did the same to me.

He brings her to full arousal, until her body goes still, as if she’s on the verge of an orgasm.

And then he pulls his hand out, denying her, the same way Lucian had done to me.

I ache for the woman, knowing how awful it feels.

On and on this goes, until I ask Lucian if he’s going to refuse her orgasm all night.

“Potentially.”

This is a dynamic I’m not sure I can ever understand.

Caleb leans in closer. “Or he may make her climax a dozen times until she’s too weak to come anymore.”

That scares me even more.

This truly is an alternate reality.

Despite myself, I can’t look away.

And unbelievably, horribly, I start to imagine myself in her place, helpless, desperate, so turned on I don’t even know what day it is.

“Shall we?”

Lucian and Caleb lead me deeper into the space. The dungeon’s scents intensify around us: leather, pleasure, power. Moans and sharp spanks form a constant soundtrack that drive my pulse.

We watch scene after scene. And as much as I hate it, I feel myself captivated by the push and pull of the relentless dominance and sweet submission.

And it’s not just from the club.

It’s from Caleb and Lucian’s presence.

I was sure I’d be the last person on the planet to find any of this intriguing, but I’m on sensory overload.

The air-conditioning whispers over my heated skin. The music’s reverb thumps through my entire being, and my heart is pounding with nervous energy and a dark, frightening, unfurling need.

Maybe an hour later, when I’m not sure I can take it anymore, Lucian backs me into a corner. I’m helpless, boxed in by two massive, overwhelming men exuding primal, possessive intent.

Lucian captures my chin, his fingers firm and warm as he tips my head back. He holds my gaze captive as he leans in a little closer, and I’m terrified that he can see every one of my fractured thoughts, every desire I’m desperate to keep hidden.

When he speaks, his words are for me and me alone.

“Our beautiful Sophie… How would you like us to handle your most recent transgression?”

Chapter Twenty

Sophie

Transgression? I frown. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what he means, but Lucian’s eyes are dark and assessing, as if I should know exactly what he’s talking about.

His fingers remain firm beneath my chin, holding me prisoner.

Nearby, a Dom has a submissive strapped to an examination table. She’s helpless, whimpering as he explores every inch of her body with velvet gloves.

Her gasps turn into breathy moans as he moves between her legs, stroking up toward her barely covered pussy.

Now, with Lucian and Caleb framing me as if I’ve done something terrible, my pulse races, matching the wild drumbeat in my throat. The relentless thump, thump from the bass that settles low in my belly.