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liking.”
    “Why not?” he asked. “I heard they’re hot.”
    The curtain rippled and Gabe wandered out, grinning. “Damn straight they are.”
    Emboldened by alcohol and curiosity, Lilly stepped toward the entryway, turning around once to smile at her friend. “They’re only pictures, Cass. How bad can they be?”
    She pulled the curtain open, and her eyes adjusted to a room that was darker than she expected. Red and white lights hung from the ceiling, setting a feverish hue to the photographs spread out on black walls. As soon as she saw them, she understood why Cassie tried to stop her. They were frozen reflections of wrists held roughly down, of faces drowning in ecstatic pleasure, exuding the delicate balance of control and abandon found in dominance and submission.
    It was everything she’d learned to crave and ran away from.
    “Spread your legs. Show me what’s mine.”
    She drifted toward a snapshot of a finger on an upturned chin, the owner’s other hand holding the chain to a studded choker. Lilly ran a finger along her neck, feeling the absence of the exquisite pressure of a collar.
    Held down. Chained up. Fingers on her throat. Tongue against her clit.
    Another photo, filled with the ravenous expression of a submissive on her knees, looking up at her Master with both desire and fear. Lilly had kneeled like that under the heavy command of Damien’s stare.
    “I know how badly you want to come, but not yet. Not yet.”
    She moved on, each picture tiptoeing through her memories and dragging them into the light. Hands locked in cuffs. A fistful of hair being grabbed by masculine fingers. Her scalp tingled, her wrists longing for the splintering pleasure of that leather embrace. A palm print painted onto someone’s backside, and ghostly sensation whispered across Lilly’s flesh, reminding her how long it had been since she felt the delectable pain of a spanking.
    He gripped her hair, and she hated how much she loved it.
    God, she loved it.
    A dam collapsed. There was no denying that she ached to feel this again. Even in the face of Damien’s lies and deceit, Lilly remembered how, within the blinding release of his restraints, she actually felt whole.
    Her trance gave way when Brady called out, “Jack, where’ve you been?”
    She felt him before she saw him. The sensation of being watched drew her eyes to where Jack was standing in the corner. His gaze traveled down the length of her dress and back up again, his body taut and motionless.
    “Here,” Jack replied, his eyes focused on hers.
    “Uh, guys?” Gabe said. Lilly turned, and the effort it took for her to break from Jack’s stare was almost painful. “We should go downstairs. They’re going to toast the artists now.”
    “Be right there,” she said, but didn’t move as the room began emptying out.
    “You coming, Jack?” Brady called over his shoulder.
    “In a minute.”
    Brady shrugged and walked through the curtains. Cassie gestured to Lilly, but she waved her on, promising she’d follow. She didn’t want to leave yet. She wanted to stay a little longer and drink in the imagery around her.
    She wanted Jack.
    Turning to face one wall of photos, she felt his gaze on her. He stalked closer, until he was right behind her.
    “Joining the others?” he asked softly.
    She felt out of control, her body flying apart where she stood. “Not yet.”
    “Still looking?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    The instant the word slipped free, Lilly winced and bowed her head. It came so naturally—she couldn’t help it. But through the haze of humiliation, she heard Jack’s breath catch.
    “What did you say?” His voice was gravelly. Husky. She didn’t answer—she couldn’t—and he stepped around to face her. “Lilly.”
    He captured her chin with his forefinger and thumb, lifting it gently. There was a question in his eyes as they searched hers, and then his expression shifted into something else.
    Something she recognized.
    “I want to take you