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surface first. But he got up, stood at the bottom of the bed, his cock still extended, swollen.
    Rain tapped on the windowpane. He moved towards the flowing curtain to let the air cool his flesh. Lightning stole his silhouette for a few seconds, then all that remained was shadow.
    “Your first client is waiting at your door,” Nicolai said. “He has asked for you and has the money to prove his lusts are perverse.”
    A severe sense of fury wracked her breast causing her heart to thrash. “How dare you make such a suggestion,” she said, her voice low, scratchy. “Your claims on me are passionless, nothing more than cruel mockery? You accept my promise as worthless and hollow?”
    His eyes froze on her. A slight smirk twisted the corner of his mouth.
    Nicolai moved swiftly to the side of the bed, sitting gently and bowing to kiss her breast. “Your conviction impresses me, my precious doll”
    She shoved him away. Then, thinking twice, she reached forward, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled his face close to hers. In that moment she sensed heightened emotion. Her passion was for Nicolai alone. If he refused her, taunted her, treated her as a plaything—or as a doll—that energy would play out in seething hatred.
    “I am not your doll,” she whispered. “I am your lover.” With that she leaned forward, hissing at him through gritted teeth.
    His eyes widened for a second. “More than a lover. My everything. My always.” Then he lavished her snarling lip with a deep kiss. She growled acceptance. And she sighed deeply to relief. It was all so divine.
    * * * *
    They slept face to face. For how long they slept, Scarlet had no way of knowing. There were no clocks in Nicolai’s bedroom. A thin ribbon of dull light gleamed at length from behind Nicolai’s velvet curtain. What had woken her? She jerked her head to one side, listening carefully.
    She sat up. Nicolai’s arm slipped from her shoulder to the bed. He didn’t stir. She heard his heart beat, the short shallow breaths of deep sleep. His dark face was emotionless, perfect, and as she paused to admire his beauty, she thought him truly magnificent. Her moving about would not disturb him. She reached for the long velvet shawl he insisted she wear as a nobleman’s wife and swept soundlessly towards the curtains.
    The day’s light was nearly spent. The back alley below was quiet. She peered each way, as far as she could. Then she closed her eyes to listen. Nothing.
    “What wakened me?” she whispered.
    Her stomach ached. Hunger. She folded her arms across her midriff. Nicolai would wake soon. He would help her, teach her, guide her in this, their new life together.
    New life. When had she sacrificed her old life? At what point had she come to the dire conclusion that her past was worth ending? Him. Nicolai. His wisdom, his prowess, his sexuality—all derived from what was eternal. His every breath was calculated, all consuming, and she had accidentally stumbled across his path and paid for the pleasure with her soul. A pleasure that would never extinguish. She twitched—another fiery awakening—she would worship him, obey him, satisfy each and every dark desire. He was her Master. She would gladly kneel before the altar that was him.
    She turned, sensing he was about to stir.
    The bed was empty.
    She darted quick glances into every corner. She could see easily through even the blackest shadow, but Nicolai was not there.
    “Nicolai,” she cried out desperately. An eerie foreboding rose in her breast. He should not behave secretly with her. She forbade it!
    Scarlet clutched her robe and dashed out into the hallway. A sour chuckle touched her ear. Then a shrill shriek. She flung open each door. And inside each room a doll. Stiff. Expressions of absolute pain frozen on their small oval faces. The clients were gone. The bordello dolls had been abandoned.
    Scarlet flitted to the landing, her weight like the air that brushed across her face. She spread her