When Lana Matthews, a psychology major at Seattle University, is reluctantly dragged by her roommate to an exclusive S&M club called The Looking Glass, she is mesmerized by the displays of lust, curious about the unconventional props such as a wooden throne, a giant steel spider web, and a giant birdcage, and intimidated by the exhibition portion of the evening, a time when each Dom displays his unique talents. She unexpectedly wins an evening with the club's top performer, the elusive Dom 241, who satisfies her carnal desires and unleashes a primal urge deep inside her, a dark side of her that she never knew existed, and leaves her craving more of him. Enzio Salazar has been Lana's best friend since they were young, and although he confessed his love for her numerous times, she reaffirmed each time that she wanted to remain friends. The two of them are now attending the same university, but Enzio seems different at times, and Lana cannot figure out what has changed. When she notices a partially opened package in front of Enzio's dorm room, curiosity gets the best of her, and she takes it to her room, discovering a leather garment inside. She puts it on, silently complaining of its tightness, and notices two metal latches. Connecting them, she hears a chime and the latches become locked in place, making the outfit impossible to remove. Wondering why Enzio would order such an outfit, she is stunned to learn that he dabbles in S&M, and she realizes how little she actually knows about him, like where he works, or who he may be, other than her beloved Enzio.
The moment Naomi's eyes locked with his, she was toast. Burnt toast. The kind that sets off the smoke alarm and has the neighbors wondering what fresh hell you've gotten yourself into this time.
He was a kingpin, a power player in a world hidden beneath the surface of polite society. She knew the risks--hell, she'd read enough Wikipedia articles on organized crime to write a (very poorly researched) thesis. But she also knew that sometimes, the sweetest pleasures come from dancing with the devil...and then making him buy you breakfast the next morning.
This wasn't a man who courted; he conquered. And Naomi was more than ready to be conquered. She knew he'd consume her--body, soul, and that secret stash of chocolate she kept on her nightstand. But Naomi wasn't just any damsel in distress. She was ready to consume right back, to leave her own mark on his heart (and maybe his leather jacket, if she got the chance).
He'd take it all, claim it all, and probably ruin it all. And Naomi would let him because sometimes, submission is the ultimate power move. An unrestrained ecstasy that knows no bounds, right?
But Naomi wasn't about to go down this path of unrestrained ecstasy alone. That just wasn't her style. She knew exactly what she was getting into, and she was all in. Halfway wasn't an option--not for Naomi.
(Warning: This is a dark romance, chock-full of mature content that might ruffle a few feathers. It's strictly for those who've blown out at least 18 candles on their birthday cake.)
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