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What did he think of her submission to a man he likely knew? She envisioned him joining them and gasped when the man behind her swatted her extra hard.
    “Don’t come without permission, sub.”
    She battled the sensations mounting within her. Fingers delved into her slickened folds and moved toward her clit. He rubbed gently and she screamed in delight.
    Don’t come without permission, sub.
    The harshly uttered command echoed in her but she couldn’t formulate the words. She was too lost in her need to beg for something she couldn’t contain.
    Her ass burned and her pussy clenched around his fingers as they entered her. She gasped, then swallowed—determined to beg for the release she needed so desperately. What started as a word in her mind formed into a groan when he moved his fingers inside her. She writhed against his hand and whimpered softly.
    “Come for me, sub.”

Chapter Two
     
    The sexy sub clenching his fingers was one moan away from feeling his cock sheathed inside her. Lance took a deep breath and expended the last shrivel of control he had over the scene. Whoever the hell this woman was, he wouldn’t let her leave until he’d fucked her hard. Repeatedly.
    What started off as curiosity had become a battle of wills. He’d intended to teach her a lesson—don’t fuck with The Brigade. He’d arrived moments after her. Stryker suspected she was a reporter digging up dirt on the resort. Again.
    There was an unspoken rule within The Brigade—never, ever invite someone without letting Stryker know beforehand. Thanks to the meddling vixen trussed up beneath him, he’d almost had his ass handed to him by the only man at the resort capable of actually doing him some damage. Okay, there were a couple more who Lance was leery of with good reason—but no one fucked with Stryker and his penchant for tight security.
    That was suicide.
    And how the hell would a reporter have gotten his name? Few members of The Brigade flew under the radar lower than Lance. Lives depended on his anonymity. Nah, something else was going on with this gorgeous bundle of silky flesh and lush curves.
    She’d surrendered too easily to be a vanilla masking as a submissive. His cock throbbed with a need he’d not felt in a long time. He’d lost much of his humanity over the years, and the untamed side of him wanted to show her exactly how dangerous it was to pretend to be his sub.
    Stryker stepped forward, as if sensing the last strand of moral decency slipping. He was one of the only men who could contain Lance if need be, which was probably why he was standing here. Agreeing to do a scene with her had been a mistake.
    He never scened this soon after returning from an assignment—neither of them did. And they sure as hell never did demonstrations with girls who weren’t known to them.
    Whoever she was, he’d be crazy to take a phenomenally executed scene and turn it into the primal fuck-fest he craved more than the air he breathed. He pulled on her long, black curly hair and relished in her soft gasp. He knew she was barely aware of her surroundings.
    A small measure of pride filled him. He’d accomplished what he’d set out to do for the scene. Now he just needed to figure out who the hell she was before he fucked her into oblivion.
    Stryker moved closer and stood on her right. His dark gaze scanned her lush curves with a hunger Lance suspected matched his own. She was sin in leather and currently at their mercy. He had none to spare.
    The moment her breathing returned to a semblance of normal, Stryker met his gaze. It went against his nature to not provide better aftercare for the little sub strapped so sexily to the bench, but they weren’t close to being ready to end this.
    It had only begun.
    Stryker’s voice boomed over the hushed whispers. “Let’s give Viviana a round of applause for helping us out with this demonstration.”
    Pink stained her cheeks when Lance moved to stand to her left. He wasn’t about to miss