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DARKEST DESIRE
TAWNY TAYLOR
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
www.kensingtonbooks.com
All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
To David.
Forever yours.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A huge thank you and big squishy hugs to Sierra Summers.
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B
eautiful.
Exquisite.
Thoroughly, utterly, intoxicatingly sexy.
And as deadly as a cottonmouth.
That was Malek Alexandre, summed up in twelve concise words.
A spectator at the private bondage club, standing in the shadows at the back of an open dungeon, Lei Mitchell moved aside to let a slave wearing a black thong and dog collar pass. Her gaze never left Malek. Not for a second.
This was an opportunity she couldn't deny herself.
For once she was free to just . . . enjoy. Without fearing she'd be caught by Malek, one of his brothers, or her sister, Rin.
Lei's hungry gaze wandered up and down his body at leisure now, taking in the full glory of his heavily muscled form. He was wearing a simple outfit—black, snug-fitting knitted shirt and tailored trousers, no leather for this man—but still Lei could make out the rippling bulges and clean lines defining each muscle as he lifted his arm and flicked his wrist. The leather tails of his flogger sailed through the air toward their target, and Lei's breath caught in her throat.
Malek was not just any dom. He was
the dom.
The one who made her blood pound hard and hot through her veins. If only submitting to him wouldn't mean her destruction.
Warm and tingly all over, even though her insides ached a little at knowing she would never—could never—know the pleasure of submitting to her master, Lei stood in that dark corner, just out of his sight, and watched as Malek trained a submissive. The sub, a male, clearly enjoyed every stroke of the lash, as evidenced by the look of utter rapture on his face . . . and the large bulge pressing against the only garment he was wearing, the snug black G-string. Like Malek, the sub was lean, firmly muscled, bronzed, attractive. He was also delightfully responsive. She wouldn't mind taking him back to her private suite sometime.
Since being rescued from a nightmarish life as a sex slave, Lei had come to this private bondage club to exorcise her demons. One of her previous owners had trained her to dominate him. As it turned out, his kink had become her salvation. Now she was the one in control. She was the one holding the whip, tying the knots, instead of receiving the blows or being bound and forced to fuck.
Free now from that horrendous life, she couldn't seem to stop herself from seeking out opportunities to dominate men. She wasn't sure why. She received no sexual fulfillment from it. She received no emotional fulfillment either. She was still the empty shell of a girl she'd been the day her sister had bought her out of hell.
But now she was an empty shell with a compulsion.
And a fascination with a certain dom.
As Malek released his submissive from his restraints, in preparation for a change in position, Lei tried to walk away.
But she couldn't. Her feet simply wouldn't move.
Her body was tight. Hot. Her heart was pounding. It was as if she were lowering to her knees before Malek, waiting breathlessly for his next command.
Malek ran his fingertip down the sub's spine.
A tiny shudder of pleasure quaked through Lei's body. Her pussy clamped tight against an aching emptiness. She licked her dry lips and curled her fingers into fists.
What would he do next?
The submissive settled on his knees on the floor, butt lifted high, rather than resting on his heels. He tipped his head down. Waiting. Patiently.
Lei had been forced into that position too many times to count. She'd never voluntarily kneeled before a man. She couldn't now. But that didn't stop her from imagining herself in the submissive's place at this moment. If she closed her eyes, she could feel Malek's gaze sweeping up and down her body. Her skin burning. Her nerves prickling.
It was anxiety and anticipation both. A touch of fear coupled with the expectation of good things, wonderful things. Of unimaginable pleasure. And glorious pain.
If only . . . if only...
“Is that a smile I see?” Malek's voice was unexpectedly light, playful. His tone both put her at ease and made her that much tighter.
“No,” the submissive answered.
“No,
Master,
” Lei whispered to herself as she opened her eyes. Such a show of defiance surely deserved a punishment. She didn't want to miss this.
What would Malek do?
A chill skittered up her spine.
Malek's brow lifted, but he said nothing.
Ah, he was going to let his submissive wait, wonder.
She unclenched her hands and dragged her sweaty palms down the sides of her legs. A huge lump congealed in her throat. She swallowed hard and squeezed her thighs together. The burning in her pussy was becoming intolerable.
Malek used the tip of his whip to lift his submissive's chin. “I asked you a question, and I expect a proper answer. So I'll ask again, is that a smile I see?”
The submissive's lips twitched. “Maybe.”
This was a submissive who liked to push his luck. Lei had scened with more than enough to know the type. They craved the punishment and weren't by nature submissive. They merely took on the role so they would be in a position to get what they wanted. Depending upon the submissive, and the dom, that could be a few lashes, being humiliated in public, or perhaps being paddled to within an inch of their limits.
But what he probably wasn't expecting was what Malek did, even if they had discussed the possibility ahead of time.
Malek walked away.
The submissive's eyes widened. His mouth formed an “O” of shock; then his lips clamped shut.
Damn. Lei couldn't help but smile at the submissive's reaction. She'd put money on him thinking twice about playing Malek like that again. Or maybe he'd make a different choice in a dom, if that was his game. Either way, it was something to watch.
While Lei continued to study Malek's behavior as he prowled around the open dungeon, he turned. His gaze swept the crowd of onlookers gathered around the perimeter of the room. It snapped to her.
Their eyes met.
The air seeped from her lungs.
Her face burned.
He smiled, and she swore her heart skipped a beat. Maybe two.
Dangerous. That's what that man was.
Her body had never reacted this way to any man before, especially since . . . being rescued. She met his smile with a tiny nod, then forced herself to walk through the throng toward the back hall, toward her private suite, her haven. Her sanctuary.
 
Lei was here?
Lei had been watching him?
Malek gave himself a mental head shake, but he couldn't throw off the shock of seeing her
here.
Of all places. A dungeon. After everything she'd been through. What the hell?
And what exactly had he felt when their eyes met?
He wanted to go find her, talk to her, ask her what she was doing here. And then he wanted to drag her the hell out of here. She didn't belong in this shithole. No way in hell. Some of the doms would eat her alive.
But he couldn't, dammit. Not until he was through with Chris. An obligation was an obligation.
After one last glance toward the back exit, where she'd disappeared, Malek forced his focus back on his submissive, who was still kneeling right where he'd left him.
Chris wasn't new to the lifestyle, but this was the first time they'd scened. He had one hell of a pain tolerance and virtually no limits. But he was no fucking submissive. He was merely playing the part to get what he wanted. If Malek had known any of the other doms who frequented this dungeon, he probably would have learned that before tonight.
Malek figured he might as well give Chris what he was looking for and then be done with him. Never again. He didn't play those games.
He was about to take up a paddle when the curtains closing off the windows of one of the private suites lining the back wall opened, revealing the scene within to spectators in the main dungeon.
Lei.
And she was the one holding the flogger.
Malek's breath hitched.
She was a domme. Of course. How could he have not guessed?
The crowd that had been gathered around Chris and him shifted, moving in front of Lei's window, cutting off Malek's view. He figured that was probably for the best. He didn't need the distraction.
He strolled toward Chris, who was kneeling with his eyes cast to the floor, and squatted. “You're no more a submissive than I am,” he murmured.
“Pain gets me off,” Chris admitted, not denying Malek's allegation. “Not the submission.”
“You lied.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You've picked the wrong dom.”
“Yes, sir.” Chris's eyes shifted up. “Are you through with me?”
“For your own sake, and safety, you need to be honest. With every dom. Every time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I don't owe you a thing. Not considering your lie.”
“No, sir, you don't. You're right.”
Malek stared at the young man, at his handsome face. He was young. Stupid. Vulnerable. Clueless. And desperate. A very dangerous combination.
“I don't know where else to go,” Chris said, eyes pleading. “I . . . need this.” He tipped his head toward the paddle.
Malek flipped the handle in his hand. “Okay, I'll give you what you want. No more lying to me.”
Chris's eyes lit with excitement. “Yes, sir.”
Malek eyed Chris's hard little ass, his target. “Now, on all fours.”
An hour later, Lei wandered back through the main dungeon on her way toward the exit. After that session, she wasn't feeling what she normally did. It had gone well enough. Her submissive had experienced a breakthrough that was quite emotional to watch, but for the first time since her release, Lei felt like she was just going through the motions. She didn't want to admit what she suspected. Not to herself. Not to anyone.
Mildly discontented, she made her way through the unusually crowded spectator area of the dungeon toward the exit. As she wriggled through a dense pack of men, someone grabbed her ass.
A flash of fury blazed through her body.
“Who the fuck just touched me?” she snapped. Her arms flung across her chest. Her hands shook as her fingers curled into fists. Getting no response, she moved toward a gap in the wall of bodies. But the gap narrowed, the suffocating throng closing her in, making her insides twist.
“Lei,” a deep voice said behind her.
She didn't turn around. She couldn't. Her whole body was trembling now. Tendrils of dread wound through her, constricting her throat.
She just needed to get the fuck out of there. Now.
When a man moved in front of her, blocking her exit, she frantically searched for a new path. Her skin crawled. Her ass, where whoever had grabbed her, burned. Her stomach was clenching. Sweat dribbled down her hairline. “Dammit,” she muttered, recognizing her panic for what it was. “Excuse me,” she said to the man standing in her way. He didn't budge. He leered at her instead, and instantly she felt sick. Trapped.
All those old feelings of panic, despair, and powerlessness bubbled to the surface. Frozen in place, her muscles locked up and she stared back at him.
Would she ever escape the ghosts of her past?
A hand cradled hers. The grip was strong but not crushing; insistent but not overbearing. She looked to see who it was.
Malek.
He stepped up beside her and she gave the leering dom a look that would make any man shrink back. “This way.” Together, they wove through the thick crowd, finally breaking free at the exit.

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