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thrilling. Intoxicating.
    “Later, I learned that there are others like me,” he continued, “who felt the need to dominate. My brothers, all of them, are like me—Doms.”
    All. That meant Dierk, too.
    Rolf continued, “Together, we gradually discovered people who needed men like us, submissives, and Twilight was born. This was a place where we could come together, without fear, without facing prejudice or judgment. It’s a place where we’re safe. We understand each other, we feed each other’s needs, souls.”
    “It sounds very…” Powerful? Nurturing.
    “Hey, there you are,” Kristy said behind her.
    Intrigued but also ready to call it a night, Wynne glanced over her shoulder. “Yep, here I am.”
    “Ready to go?”
    “Uh, sure.” Wynne gave Rolf one last smile. “Thank you again. It’s been very…enlightening.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    As she stood on legs that felt no sturdier than a new sapling being pummeled by gale-force winds, he caught her wrist, forcing her to turn around. “Come back and see me. Tomorrow night. We’ll talk some more.”
    “Um…Maybe I could do that.”
    He nodded. “Yes, you could.” Slowly, his smile widening, he unfurled one finger at a time, until her wrist was free. She shuffled after her friend, her gaze focused on the exit, knowing that if she didn’t squeeze a full inhalation into her imploded lungs in the next few seconds, she’d pass out.
    That had been the wildest rush she’d ever felt in her life. It left her feeling full of energy. Like she was buzzed.
    Maybe that was the secret to this thing? Maybe the participants were looking for adrenaline? A natural high? She could admit a part of her was already demanding another dose.
    This was dangerous. Passion and desire, blended with fear and anticipation. If she were smart, she’d never step foot in that place again.

3
    “Y ou owe me one thousand dollars, little brother.” Dierk pointed at his computer monitor, now displaying a hazy black-and-white image of the dungeon’s main exit. He’d watched the hot little brunette, with her sweet face and soft body, pass through that door no more than a handful of minutes ago.
    Naturally, he wouldn’t admit to Rolf that he hadn’t caught her leaving by chance. The truth was, he’d watched her, undetected, for the past hour. He hadn’t glanced away once.
    It had been sixty torturous minutes, witnessing her every move. He’d seen the way her expression had slowly relaxed as his brother had brilliantly talked her through her fears, the tension leave her shoulders, her neck, her face.
    Ironically, it was because of Rolf that she’d stayed longer than a half hour. Rolf could have easily scared her off. Either Rolf didn’t care about the money, or he was as intrigued by the little brunette as Dierk was.
    Not looking particularly put out, Rolf pulled his wallet from his pocket and peeled off ten Ben Franklins, placing them in Dierk’s outstretched hand. “That was worth every penny. Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve played with a fresh one.”
    “She’s something, eh?” Dierk asked, trying his damndest to keep his tone neutral as he pocketed the money. She was fresh, all right. Dewy skin and soft curves. She smelled like peaches. He bet she’d taste sweet, too. He’d spent the past hour imagining what she might taste like.
    “Yeah, something,” Rolf said, almost sounding star struck. He flopped into the chair opposite Dierk’s and kicked his booted feet up onto the desk’s polished top.
    Dierk knocked them off. “Too bad she won’t be back.” For some reason it was really bugging him that he hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her more, to hear her lush voice as she explained why she’d come to his dungeon.
    “Who says she won’t? I invited her back tomorrow.”
    A ripple of heat sizzled through Dierk’s body. He hurried to the minibar next to a file cabinet and poured himself a brandy. He downed it in one swallow. “She’s not going