All He Desires: The Invitation (#1) Read Online Free PDF

wasn't just a dom and his sub doing a demo, it was a complete art form. Bit by bit, the rope started to form diamonds across Marisa's pale skin. And as it did, she seemed to get more and more relaxed.
    At one point during the demo, Devlin had to ask for Logan's help so they could keep her upright by binding her arms to a hook hanging from the ceiling.
    “Now, you may have noticed that Marisa isn't responding as much anymore,” Logan began to explain, helping Devlin with a few knots. “She's gone into a trancelike state known as subspace. She's not hurt, but even when a sub reaches this point, a dom needs to be extra careful. Devlin knows her better than I do, so if her body language sets off any alarms, he'll let us know. You must be able to read your sub at all times, even if she's too far gone to tell you herself.”
    The demo continued. Logan didn't talk nearly as much as he did in the beginning, his attention fixed on Marisa. Around the time when they were discussing the right way to tie off a rope to make it more artistic, someone sat beside me.
    “I didn't know you were in to these kinds of things, kitty.”
    I winced and glanced around the room. I couldn't risk running because I didn't want to disrupt the demonstration, but I couldn't stay either.
    “Dennis.” I didn't look at him. “What are you doing here?”
    “You sound disappointed to see me.”
    I didn't miss the note of surprise in his voice or the alcohol on his tongue. Now I did look at him, staring right into the eyes of a man I thought I once knew. “What are you doing here?”
    “You know, you really shouldn't leave things out for others to find. You could get robbed.”
    I frowned. The card. I'd left it on the counter after my appointment with Logan. Dennis must've seen it when he went in there to get a drink. Damnit. I really messed up this time. Don't make a scene, Dennis. Please, if you have any respect for those in the room, don't say it.
    “So,” he began, whispering against my ear. “This was your special date?” He glanced to the other side of me and smiled. “Where is he?”
    “Who says I need to be with someone to go on a date?”
    “Umm, last I checked, a date involved more than one person. ”
    “Oh good, I guess that leaves you out of it then.”
    He grabbed my wrist. “Listen to me, slut, I know you're here with someone, so why not just come out and say it?”
    I yanked my arm from his grasp and got up.
    He stood and pressed his hands against the wall to either side of me. My vision swept from one end of the room to the other. No one was paying attention to us, and Logan was missing from the stage.
    I bowed my head. “What's it matter to you who I date?”
    Dennis took both my arms and held them above my head. “This.” He yanked my hair with his free hand. “And this.”
    I closed my eyes and spoke through clenched teeth. “Someone will notice you and—”
    “And what? Look around, kitty. We're role-playing, that's it. No one's the wiser.”
    “But. I. Am.”
    That voice. I opened my eyes just in time to see Logan standing right behind Dennis.
    Logan put a hand on Dennis's shoulder. “Let her go.”
    “Look, pal, I don't know who you think you are,” Dennis began, pulling his shoulder away from Logan before turning to face him, “but you're kind of interrupting. Do you mind?”
    “And I'm telling you, pal, you need to leave. Now.”
    Dennis released me, but kept himself between Logan as well as myself. “Or what, you'll have me kicked out?”
    “No. I'm more than capable of doing that myself. I'd beat you down right here if there wasn't a demo going on. You don't belong here, so again I'm asking you—nicely—to leave.”
    Dennis squared his shoulders and fixed his jacket. “Look, we were just talking.”
    “Not from where I was standing. Seems to me like the lady was trying to escape and you attacked her.” Logan looked from Dennis to me. “Are you okay?”
    “She's fine,” Dennis growled, pushing