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touched. There had
been no recognition in her gaze. No fear in her expression.
    There would be before the end of the night.
    The server finished delivering her orders just as the first
strains of soft Latin music…a flute, piano and an acoustic guitar…filled the
room, the tones sultry, expressive, romantic.
    Abruptly, the lights went down casting the room in complete
darkness. He blinked rapidly, wanting to see, demanding to regard SiNN again,
her surprise and then her pain as he sought retribution.
    Bit by bit, the stage’s overhead lights came on casting the
platform in a muted glow, revealing the young man with the longish,
blond-streaked hair. His back was to the patrons, his large body hiding SiNN’s.
    The incessant male murmurs died down, replaced by the sounds
of shifting bodies as the men tried to get a glimpse of her.
    From his vantage point, he saw one of her thick tresses
curled around the male dancer’s biceps, a dainty gold chain draped on her right
hip, her long expanse of leg. The man to his left lifted his head, glancing at
the flat-screen TV.
    The camera’s position showed even less of SiNN, zooming in
instead on the male dancer’s profile.
    As the audience began to grumble, wanting more, the music’s
tempo quickened, becoming soulful and dramatic. With the grace of a much
smaller man, the male dancer turned and slid behind SiNN, holding out her arms,
exposing her to the audience.
    Delighted applause thundered through the room at her naked
breasts, the intimate body jewelry, feathered mask, the beginning of her
submission.
    It was all a lie. A fucking lie.
    He stared at the woman, then the TV screen. A wave of fury
bubbled up in him. This woman’s irises were blue. Maria Morales’ were hazel.
Even though she now went by the name Lea Baptista, her eyes were still fucking
hazel.
    His thoughts raced. Why wasn’t she here? Had she sensed
something about him when she’d been on stage?
    No. Impossible. He’d smiled as all the other men had. He’d
behaved no differently than any of them. She’d given him a few seconds of her
attention prior to glancing at those in the back.
    Gripping the arm of his chair, he wanted to leave, to tear
through this place until he found her.
    No, his mind warned instantly, even as his fingers
dug into the leather. If she wasn’t here, he had to know why. Going to her
apartment could put him at risk. She might have left early to be with a man. In
that scenario, he’d have to kill them both quietly, quickly. There would be no
time for him to play with her.
    Jaw clenched, he forced himself to wait, to think this out
and keep a calm outward demeanor. He couldn’t risk alarming the patrons here or
the management. He couldn’t chance detection. Law enforcement had no idea who
he really was and could not.
    Steeling himself against the delay in his plan, he forced
himself to watch the show, this dancer performing the same routine as SiNN.
    Twice, her blue eyes touched his. Both times, he forced
himself to seem interested and non-threatening. When the other men left their
chairs to offer tips, he remained seated, his thoughts brimming with images of
SiNN, her wrists fettered, legs spread wide, ankles bound.
    With her trapped and helpless, he wouldn’t yet let her know
his identity or his plans for her. Their first moments together would be the
time for enjoyment. Removing her body jewelry first, he’d slip the chain from
around her throat, leaving the flesh naked and defenseless. She’d moan at his
fingers trailing across her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples. To silence
her, he’d offer a deep, lingering kiss. Breathless, eyes closed, she’d lift her
hips as he took off the other chains, at last revealing her smooth cunt, the
moist pink petals parted for his cock.
    He’d lick her slick cleft, tasting the slight saltiness of
her juices. He’d be patient in arousing her, his tongue swirling around her
clit, demanding her shameless response.
    When she cried out in