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own slaves. Some are working off debts incurred by their former owners. Some…. Well, let’s just say there are many reasons.”
    Sex Offender.
    Jeremy couldn’t deny his gaze skimmed the helpless fodder for tonight’s feast. He searched for one sexy woman, sure she would hook his glance during his sweep of the floor.
    His stare roved from end to end. Nothing.
    “Ah, my friend. You’re hungry to meet her again.”
    Shit, he’d have to disguise his interest better.
    “You said it yourself, Mistress Lily is impressive.” Allowing Tony to detect even a fraction of his craving for Lily would only lead to disaster. He couldn’t allow the man any leverage.
    Tony crooked his finger then strolled toward the far end of the observation deck. “You’re right about one thing. She’s not a common prize. I have her in a private holding room. Even tonight, she deserves respect. She’s earned that at least, maybe more. Don’t you agree?”
    Tony led them to a niche, unapparent in the odd angles and shadows of the room. He lifted a subtle handle, crafted to match the hardware embellishing the decorative paneling of the rest of the loft. They slipped through the doorway one by one, Tony leading their pack with Matt bringing up the rear.
    “I suppose.” Jeremy shrugged. “But what use would I have for a Domme?”
    When his eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the room they now occupied, he came face to face with Lily’s accusing glare. It seemed to shout, You liked it the other night.
    He couldn’t respond—couldn’t move or even breathe. If he blinked, rage would overpower his good sense. When Clint subtly tapped his elbow, he jumped. Thank God they’d come with him. Otherwise he might have blown his cover when he saw what Morselli had done to Lily.

Chapter Five
    Lily smiled as she permitted the five men ringing her to assist in removing her skimpy clothes. Tony Morselli had welcomed her in style. No fruit basket cluttered the ebony inlaid desk in her quarters. Instead, he’d gifted her with the use of his submissives to help her clear her mind and prepare for tonight’s festivities. She glanced around the meditation room in the main section of the house, dismissing the opulence of her surroundings in favor of concentrating on the priceless men at her feet.
    Eagerness to obey enhanced the sparkle of their eyes, which ranged the full spectrum from chestnut brown to the lightest green imaginable. The stud by her side licked his lips and thanked her for selecting him as part of her entourage when she propped her boot on his folded leg. He untied the laces and slipped first one then the other from her aching feet.
    The location of her suite in Morselli’s mansion, her temporary home, meant a longer trip to the dungeon. Ridiculous when she considered on a typical day she traversed three and a half blocks from her apartment to Black Lily yet today she hadn’t even left the building. Despite her graveyard hours, which left her walking alone in the middle of the night, she’d never looked over her shoulder as often as she had while wandering toward the main hall and the lovely presents awaiting her arrival.
    The slaves’ grateful servitude alleviated her fear of abuse.
    Tony wouldn’t risk offending her ideals before she’d entangled herself in his organization. He wouldn’t expose his dirty secrets until he’d gained some leverage. She regulated her deep breaths as she contemplated granting him any measure of power over her. Especially after only recently breaking free of her father’s tyranny, putting herself under anyone’s thumb rankled.
    It had to be done.
    For now she would enjoy the treat he’d bestowed. There would be plenty of time for worrying later. She lifted her arms and basked in the appreciative murmurs of her temporary pets when they unwrapped her torso from the racy satin and lace corset that had hugged her all afternoon. She adored severe lingerie—bustiers, corsets, merry widows. Nothing could