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happening. I’m a good Catholic girl.”
    He laid a palm against the small of her back and it went through her like a shock. “Really now? Even if you go to mass on Sundays, I’m not sure we could call you good. Not that it’s a problem for me. I prefer a bad girl. But tell me, Roisin…if we were at your club and I asked you to dress as a nun, you’d refuse me?”
    She bit her lip, purposely keeping her eyes on the sidewalk. “Maybe.”
    “I might have to test that theory. But tell me first why you’d take  me  to a nunnery.”
    “I like the place. They say it’s haunted. I know it may seem like a silly show put on for the tourists, but I love all the haunted places in New Orleans. If not there, then we should go by the Octoroon House on Royal Street.”
    “Octoroon House? What is that?” he asked.
    “You haven’t heard the story of the Octoroon Mistress? Julie was the secret lover of a wealthy Frenchman in the 1850’s. She wanted him to marry her, but he refused because of her lower social status. Anyway, the bastard devised a test for her, saying he’d consider marrying her if she passed it. On a cold, damp December night he told her he was going to play cards downstairs, and she was to undress and wait for him on the roof. Hours later he found her frozen body up there, patiently waiting for him, poor girl. They say he died a few months later of a broken heart, so I suppose that’s some divine retribution. The place is supposed to be haunted by both of them. You can see her pacing the roof, waiting for that asshole Frenchman.”
    “Your sympathy is to be commended,” Finn said wryly.
    “It’s a horrible story of a woman sacrificing everything—one that’s all too common. That and men who abuse their power.”
    He looked at her closely for several moments, and she had the feeling once more that he was reading her in some way—some way beyond the usual Dominant’s tendency to look for changes in breathing and pupil dilation while playing a bottom. It made her shiver.
    Finally he said, “So why do you like to go there?”
    She shrugged. “I like a good haunting.”
    He shook his head. “’Curiouser and curiouser…’”
    She turned to look at him. “You’re the last person I’d expect to quote  Alice in Wonderland .”
    “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, apparently. There’s a lot we don’t know about each other. Except I’m finding out you’re a strange and unusual girl.”
    She grinned. “That coming from a man who likes to chain up ‘pretty girls’, as you say, and hurt them.”
    “Touché, Roisin.”
    He stopped walking and stared down at her. She couldn’t tell what was going on with him, exactly, other than that he seemed pleased, which pleased  her . She was finding it difficult to keep the submissive ‘her’ separate from her everyday self, even here on the street, outside of the club environment. Even more so when he dragged her in close to his body so fast she would have lost her footing had he not been hanging onto her so tightly he was squeezing the breath from her.
    When he kissed her, she lost the last of her breath, her body melting, heat simmering in her belly, between her thighs.
    Oh, his tongue was soft and wet, pushing into her mouth, demanding, exploring. She was helpless to do anything but give in. She didn’t want to do anything else.

    Finn felt the yielding in her body as she went soft and loose against him, her mouth opening up without protest. And Christ, if she didn’t taste better to him than anything—or anyone—had in his life. He found himself sinking into the kiss, into the sensation of her tiny waist in his hands. Into the knowledge that this woman full of fire and a little rage allowed herself to belong to him in this way. That she chose to give herself over. There was power in that—in the way a sub gave. He’d maybe never felt it so acutely. It hit him like a punch in the gut.
    He released her.  Had  to.
    He took a small step