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𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑫𝒐𝒎. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒗𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.
𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤. 𝑈𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑦-𝑡ℎ𝑒-𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒.
𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤. 𝑇𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑏, 𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘-𝑎𝑛𝑑-𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠.
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“Still drooling over Master Law?” Rae elbowed her in the side. Dressed in a pink and green tutu, which matched the two green braids amid the many long brown braids, and a pink bra, she looked as if she could be on her way to a rave right now. The bright neon colors were gorgeous against her brown skin, and Iris had a moment of stark envy. Neon colors like that always washed her out.
“I am not drooling,” she responded indignantly. As if she would ever drool over a man. Salted caramel butter bars, sure. Men? No. Not even Jason Momoa. “I am lusting from afar on my completely inappropriate crush, with no drool involved.”
Even as she joked, a niggle in her stomach made her squirm uncomfortably. While she might joke about it, she wondered if there was more beneath it than she wanted to admit. Like, yeah, she had a little crush.
It had turned out Law wasn’t the unreasonable hardass he’d made himself out to be. When she’d put in the effort, he actually noticed. Praised her for it, even. It might be sad that something so little could make any kind of impact on her, but it did.
While he might have called her ‘trouble’ a month ago in Patrick’s office, he’d been willing to let his perception change once he saw her trying. That was really rare in her world.
“He is hot,” Avery said, glancing over. “I don’t usually go for bald guys, but he pulls it off.”
“Yeah, he does,” Domi joined in, causing Mitch to frown. “He’s like a sexy Filipino Mr. Clean, but with facial hair.”
“Hey, I’m right here. I can hear you.”
Giggling, Domi tipped her head back at her boyfriend with his full head of blond hair.
“That’s what you get for insisting on coming to ladies’ night.”
“Nick will be here when he’s done for the night,” Avery said encouragingly, patting Mitch on the shoulder. He looked as though he was considering going all Dom on Domi’s ass. It kept her on her toes that he could flip a switch, just like that, and suddenly, her bratty mouth was in trouble.
On the other hand, Iris had a feeling Domi liked to provoke it. She might look like a pixie, so petite and cute with a riot of dark brown curls, but she was a total brat when she wanted to be.
She exchanged a look with Rae, the other single in their group. They were happy for Domi and Avery, but Iris felt a bit of envy. She wasn’t sure she would find what they had here at Stronghold. Even though she and Andrew had agreed to come on opposite nights when they wanted to scene, his friends were still always around. While she got that he didn’t want her to go to clubs where she might not be as safe as she was at Stronghold, it was almost too safe at Stronghold.
Being a sub for the Dominance class had been nice because it had been at Marquis, and she hadn’t been around her big brother’s friends, who had a bad habit of coming over to talk to her when she was in discussions with a prospective Dom. Except they didn’t really come over to talk to her. They came over to talk to the Dom who had approached her, and it wasn’t as though they were trying to chase him off, but that’s what ended up happening every time.
It was a little demoralizing.
Rae’s problem was she totally had a thing for Mitch’s friend Brian but wasn’t willing to admit it. Brian was one hundred percent a Daddy Dom, and Rae insisted she had no interest in a Daddy Dom, even if she dressed like a baby girl whenever she was at the club. It was too bad because Iris thought they’d make a good couple, but it wasn’t her business.
“Are you two crazy kids planning on playing tonight?” she asked Mitch, distracting him from his contemplation of whether or not to Dom out on Domi.
“Yes.” He tugged one of Domi’s curls, pulling it down and letting it go, so it sprang back into place. “I’ve reserved one of the rooms, but she doesn’t know which one yet.”
“It’s the interrogation room,” Domi said, a little smile curving one side of her lips.
“It’s important to maintain an aura of mystery to keep the relationship interesting,” Mitch said a little louder, acting like he hadn’t heard her.
“It’s the interrogation room.”
Mitch got a little louder.
“Which is why I make sure to regularly surprise Domi.”
“It’s still the interrogation room.”
“Are you two going to the interrogation room tonight?” A smiling face appeared behind Avery but not Nick—Brian quickly followed by Mitch’s friends, Kincaid and Zach, who were holding hands. Though Iris noticed Zach glanced over at the Lounge area, where Amy was sitting and chatting with her friends Caroline and Morgan.
“No.”
“Yes.” Domi grinned when Mitch grabbed a fistful of her hair, bending her head back so she was forced to look up at him. The move also made her breasts move within her corset.
“It’s not the interrogation room, little brat, and you’d better watch it, or you’re going to get more than you bargained for tonight.” The threat was made with a growl.
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Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.
She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.
When she's not writing, she can often be found on the couch reading, in front of her sewing machine making a new cosplay, hanging out with her friends, or wandering the Maryland Renaissance Fair.
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