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bondage. So let's give them a show..."
    "Go ahead,” she urged. She no sooner said the words than pain exploded in the tender skin under her hair. Tears sprang to her eyes and threatened to fall. Jennifer relaxed, letting the painful sensation wash over her. This was what she wanted. This distraction. The reminder of who and what she was. Daegan wanted a submissive to shape and bend to his will, and she was simply a pain slut looking for a fix.
    "Open your eyes, Jennifer."
    The words were whispered at her ear, Murphy's hot breath bathing her skin. She lifted her lids and blinked at the eerie glow of the black light filling the room. The Dark Room had been transformed into the sensational play space it was meant to be. People mingled in nearly every inch of the small area, and the energy and excitement rushed over her, leaving her light-headed and thrumming for more. Her pulse pounded in her ears.
    And then she saw him.
    The crowd parted, and there along the black wall stood her sexy Irishman. Dark hair hung loose around his broad shoulders, which framed his strong jaw perfectly. The tailored shirt and slacks he wore fit in all the right places, reminding her just how hard he felt standing against her. Despite the many men and women standing around him, his gaze was all over her, drinking in every inch of her glowing skin. All the emotion and aching need from the last hour came crashing down on her. All she could picture was him taking her. Pushing his cock between her legs where she was wet and more than ready to take him.
    Instead his hot stare said it all. He wanted her, and he would have her. She didn't have a doubt in her mind it was what he thought. And for the first time in several years, a paralyzing fear seized her. What if she never survived?
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Chapter Two
    For the umpteenth time, Daegan tried to push the haunted look in Jennifer's eyes from his memory. Three hours later he still burned with the image. She'd settled a hungry gaze on him so full of need it nearly brought him to his knees, and then an alarming look of fear flashed over her. He'd started to rush to her side when he'd remembered where the hell they were and what she was doing. Not only would she not appreciate the interruption, neither would Chase. Instead he'd paced, the thin veneer of his civility barely restraining the urges inside him.
    They'd all worked too hard and too long to screw up now. There'd be time after the show to pry the truth from the stubborn little vixen. Then, the demonstration had ended and she'd disappeared without a word. As the evening wore down, he'd stayed behind to nurse a pint of beer and his frustrations. In this kind of mood she needed to come to him, not the other way around. So he waited in the dark. The place where he'd pretty much stayed for the last year of his life.
    Daegan took another swig of his drink and pushed the past from his mind. He wasn't here to grieve anymore. He'd done enough to last a lifetime. Instead he focused on a certain model who'd managed to get under his skin in a matter of months. There was no denying her beauty. Although he preferred her when she first arrived at the studio. Fresh, no makeup, and a pretty smile that unfortunately never quite reached her eyes. The sadness he saw there always pulled at something inside him. On the outside she came across as a carefree woman who loved her life and spent all her time getting the most out of it she could. But when she thought no one saw her, he recognized something far different.
    He was about to take another pull from his beer when he heard the sound of the door creaking open. A small sliver of pale light sliced through the room. Not enough to light up the area, but more than plenty for him to see who entered. A wide grin stole over his face when familiar blonde hair poked through the door followed by the long limbs of his favorite bondage model.
    She felt along the wall, probably looking for a light switch or two.