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“Hell, Jess,” Lucian finally sighed wearily. “The woman takes control to a whole

new level. I’ll be damned if I haven’t given up on understanding how the hell her

minds works.”

“I could have warned you of that,” Jesse grunted. “Why do you two think I let her

believe she has me under control?” he asked them seriously now. “Tally functions at

peak efficiency when she’s in control. You can’t conquer that woman. You have to

gentle her. That’s a whole ‘nother ballgame from the one you’ve been playing.”

“Jesse, go away.” Lucian sighed. “I distinctly remember you forgoing advice with

Terrie; now we’ll do the same thing.”

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Jesse smiled at that. “Well, she surprised me too. Having her bring Tally in the

bedroom scared the hell out of me. You don’t want to be restrained with Tally in the

room.”

A frown snapped over Lucian’s brow as Devril seemed to growl beside him.

“Forget that night ever occurred, Wyman,” Dev snapped. “Amnesia could be a

good thing.”

Jesse chuckled at the ire in Dev’s voice as he leaned back in his chair and regarded

the two men with a striking absence of compassion.

“Have you two ever considered that breaking all that control at once could unleash

a monster?” he asked them curiously. “In all honesty, I think I’d be scared if I were the

two of you. Hell, I didn’t have anything to do with it and now I’m scared of her.”

Lucian narrowed his eyes on his friend. Jesse was offering little in the way of

solutions and much in aggravation. He glanced over at Dev and shook his head as wry

amusement tilted his brother’s lips. They weren’t frightened of her. They were more

frightened of losing her.

Lucian finally sighed roughly as he dragged his fingers through his hair in

irritation. Hell, he was horny, half drunk and less than pleased with the world in

general today. He didn’t need Jesse’s amusement adding to the mix.

“It may have been a miscalculation,” he finally admitted. “Not unfixable, but a

miscalculation all the same.”

Jesse snorted. He would have said something more but a commotion in the outside

hall had all their eyes widening at the sound of the precise, furious female voice that

echoed from there.

“You put your grubby little paws on me again, you little twit, and you’ll be carrying

stubs.”

“Terrie!” Outraged alarm filled Jesse’s voice as they all jumped from the table and

rushed to the entrance hall.

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There she was. Lucian blinked at the vision, not certain he was actually seeing

Terrie Wyman exactly as she was dressed.

Skintight, soft cotton black shorts accentuated the long line of her legs. The

matching sports bra-type top barely concealed the full curves of her luscious breasts.

Her flat stomach with its gold belly ring looked like the finest silk tanned a soft, golden

brown.

Her hair was held securely back from her face in a tight French braid and she wore

black sneakers on delicate feet.

“Cat burglars are dressing fine this year,” Lucian murmured behind Jesse as he held

back his snicker.

Jessie took a brief moment to cast him a fulminating look before facing his wife once

again.

“What the bloody damned hell were you thinking?” he snapped as her eyes

widened then narrowed at the incredulity in his tone.

“That I was looking for my husband?” she replied with mocking sweetness. “You

spend so much damned time here I was starting to wonder exactly what was going on.

And the goon at the gate wouldn’t let me in.”

“Did he know who you were, darling?” Jesse’s voice was dark, but smooth as silk, a

clear indication that his patience and his temper were being tested.

A slender graceful shoulder shrugged as Terrie’s lips tilted in a sultry smile.

“Well, I didn’t mention any names,” she drawled sweetly. “Where would be the fun

in that?”

Silence reigned for a full minute before Jesse turned to Lucian. His gaze was filled

with amusement, though, rather than anger.

“I’ll warn you, Lucian,” he said mildly. “Only one person could have talked Terrie

into such a stunt.”

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Lucian’s eyes narrowed as Dev cursed behind him. Tally. It was a well-known fact

that only Tally Raines could convince Terrie Wyman to get into any type of trouble.

“Come on, wife.” Jesse’s voice hardened when he turned back to his wife and her

less than innocent smile. “I think it’s been too long since your last spanking.”

Lucian would have commented on just that lack of threat if someone behind him

hadn’t let out a low whistle and a muttered prayer for strength.

“Have mercy!” one of the members muttered from the doorway to the main

gathering room. “I’ve been a good little boy after all, because here’s a glimpse of

paradise.”

Lucian turned slowly and moved to the doorway. And there she was. The

definition of carnal, insatiable lust. This wasn’t sin. This was an angel of pleasure. Every

good little boy’s wet dream come to life.

Terrie had warned them that Tally’s years at the girl’s academy hadn’t been

pleasant. It was obvious Tally was out to exorcise some ghosts.

She was dressed in a mouthwatering, skintight, make-your-cock-stand-up-and-

take-notice Catholic girl’s uniform.

The red plaid skirt showed off her gorgeous thighs and legs. The short-sleeved

white blouse was open just below her breasts, giving a peek at a black lace bra as

tempting as sin itself.

Delicate feet were shod in demure black leather shoes, while deliciously shaped

legs were crossed at the ankle, covered by over the knee white stockings. He knew how

perfect the flesh above the elastic lace of the stockings would taste and it made his

mouth water.

Her long black hair was pulled to each side, braided and fell over her breasts. She

was the perfect picture of decadence. She was the Tally he dreamed of day and night.

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She was leaning against the bar, a drink in one hand, as the bartender stared at her

with a bemused expression. Thom was clearly entranced.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” she greeted them in a low, sex-filled voice that had

every cock in the room jumping to instant attention. “Nice place you have here.”

Lucian could hear the panting from behind him. He could sense Dev’s

possessiveness rising to the fore as well. All those damned men, their dicks and their

eyes trained on that luscious flesh was just too much for their already testosterone-

overloaded bodies.

“Back off, asshole,” Dev turned and snarled as one of the men tried to push

forward.

Tally wasn’t helping the situation. A perfect, brilliant red fingernail rimmed her

glass as she watched the crowd gathered at the door. Matching lips quirked into a smile

as dark eyes lowered drowsily to gaze back at the two men ready to battle every man in

the room over her.

“I’ve heard quite a bit about your little Club,” she continued in that throaty voice,

causing their cocks to jerk, the blood to beat hard and heavy through their veins.

“Wasn’t it Stanton’s wife who related the complete orgy she had here for a

honeymoon?” Her gaze sought out Drew Stanton as she tsked lightly. “Such bad little

boys you are. You should all be spanked.”

A collective sigh of ecstasy sounded behind them.

“Somebody should be spanked,” Drew muttered from the back of the crowd.

“Tally, my love.” Lucian shook his head as he felt the heat of over a dozen men

behind him lusting after her. “I wouldn’t tempt fate if I were you.”

She arched a perfect black brow mockingly. “Are you going to share me with

them?”

“Not fucking likely,” Dev answered her, his voice grating, rough with lust and male

possessiveness.

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“Shit, Dev, give us a break,” Sax groaned. “What the hell sort of club do you think

you’re a member of?”

“Wanna die, Sax?” Lucian snarled, not even bothering to look behind him as he

advanced into the room.

Tally’s head lifted, her gaze seductive, her expression erotically knowing.

He could sense Dev’s wariness now; they were both aware that this was one game

Tally had to play out. No pressure, no dominance. Not yet. She had to assert her

authority, reaffirm her sense of strength, or she would never trust them enough to give

her control back to them.

“Tell me something, do all you fine gentlemen bring your wives or lovers here for

the communal orgy?” She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped lazily as her husky

voice wrapped around each man in the room. “Or is there a criteria to being part of

your little club?”

“There’s definitely a criteria, sweetheart.” Lucian crossed his arms over his chest as

he watched her with simmering lust and a large amount of incredulity. “How the hell

did you sneak in here anyway?”

A mysterious little smile played at her lips as she cast him a sultry glance. Come

hither, sweaty sex and wickedly knowing. Her look was a temptation that had his cock

aching for relief.

“So. What’s the criteria?” She ignored the last question in favor of the first as she

glanced around her, her gaze stopping on the shackles that fell from the wall at the

other side of the room. “Have you ever tested your play pretties out on yourselves?”

“Fuck!” Dev growled behind him as a dozen other men shifted uncomfortably.

Lucian drew in a hard, deep breath. Surely to hell she wouldn’t ask that?

“No need to,” he drawled softly. “We’ve made a lifestyle out of control, sweetheart.

We don’t need the added help. What about you? Which of us do you truly think would

give in first?”

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She glanced up at him through the veil of her lashes, and he wondered if she was

aware of how delicate and sweet her hard, pierced nipples looked beneath the thin

material of her shirt and bra, if she was aware that her breasts were swollen, their up

thrust curves making his and Dev’s hands itch with the need to touch them.

She arched a black, wing-tipped brow with curious mockery. “Which of us will be

restrained?”

“No restraints,” Dev growled. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll let you lose fair and

square.”

Soft, amused laughter whispered from her graceful throat as she set her drink on

the bar, her dark eyes watching them with lust and emotion. The emotion drew them

both. They could feel the soul clenching fear that glistened for a second in the depths of

the tobacco-brown orbs.

“Or
you’ll
lose. But here I am, you can spank me now. I’ve been a very bad girl,” she

warned them with sultry heat as she straightened from the bar, one hip thrown forward

as she spread her hands out to her sides, showing that luscious body in a pose so mouth

wateringly sexual that Lucian was afraid he was about to drool from the effect of it.

“Oh hell. This is going to be one of those look-but-don’t-touch deals,” one of the

men behind them moaned. “Hell’s fire. I knew I was going to pay for my sins somehow.

But this is too cruel for words.”

“Touch and die,” Dev grunted as he and Lucian began to advance on the siren

slowly.

Her breathing increased; her breasts rose and fell with excitement, her nipples

becoming harder, the little rings surrounding them becoming fainter as the stiff little

points grew more erect.

“Be sure, Tally,” Dev warned her as he moved behind her, not touching, allowing

her to feel only the heat of his body as he leaned close to her, his hands moving to her

braids, loosening the thick ropes of silk.

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Lucian stopped in front of her, staring down at her broodingly, lust eating him

alive.

“Here or upstairs?” Lucian gave her the choice, though he had the feeling she had

already made her choice.

She cocked her head, regarding him with an amused, aroused gaze.

“Do you need privacy?” she asked him, her expression reflective, her gaze lighting

with excitement at the thought of an audience. She didn’t want to just bring them down,

break their control; she wanted everyone in The Club to know who owned them. Just as

they had made it known who owned her.

“Privacy isn’t needed, baby,” Lucian said as his blood began to boil in his veins and

his cock seemed to engorge further than it ever had before. The hard-on from hell, and

it was demanding relief. Where he would find the control to hold off for more than five

minutes before fucking her blind, he had no idea.

“You can stop this at any time, baby,” Dev whispered to her as he leaned closer to

her, his breath feathering the hair over her ear.