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woman who would enjoy a ménage à trois. But no way in hell was she going to tell him that. “Fine,” she said, snatching the water, then slipping off his lap.
    She scooped up her panties from the carpet and slid them on. Not that they’d do her much good.
    â€œYou have no reason to be ashamed,” he said as if he’d plucked her thoughts from her head. Cole crossed to her, the animosity he’d displayed prior to her punishment completely gone, replaced with a softness she’d expect from a friend. “You’re a passionate and sensual woman.”
    â€œMe? Sensual?” She laughed, placing her hands on her hips.
    He moved closer and pushed the hair off her face, allowing it to glide though his fingers. “What about the man who wants to marry you? Surely he must know how hot you burn.”
    â€œHe and I are waiting until marriage.” The lie rolled off her tongue easily but left behind a bitter taste. She had no intention of ever marrying Roman.
    Cole arched a brow. “He doesn’t mind that you’re here?”
    She realized she was biting her nails again and dropped her hand to her side. “We’re currently on a break.”
    His gaze landed on her lips. “A woman like you may appear reserved to those who don’t see to the heart of you. I pity them, but their loss is Benediction’s gain.” He leaned closer, murmuring in her ear. “You don’t fool me, Danielle. I won’t confuse aloofness with shyness. I may not know your true reason for coming here, but I do know you’re in the right place. While you’re training, I’ll make certain I fulfill all your sexual fantasies.” He cupped her cheek. “Whatever they are.”
    Everything went still, even the air in her lungs. Unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to look away from his heated stare, she did nothing but wait. Wait for the world to start spinning again. For now, she understood why they called him “Master.” He lured you with his deep, soothing voice, trapped you with his hypnotic eyes, and seduced you with barely a whisper of his touch. If she wasn’t careful, he could easily make her forget her true reason for being here.
    It didn’t matter that she was as attracted to him as she’d been all those years ago. This is what he did. Convince you to trust him and then toss you to the lions, just like he'd done to her father. She wouldn’t allow him to steal anything more from her. The time had come for Cole DeMarco to answer for his sins. She’d play the part of sex slave and, of course, enjoy the chance to broaden her sexual horizons. But never again—not for one second—would she allow this man to truly dominate her.
    Breathing deep, she tore her gaze away and folded her arms over her chest. “So you’ll train me?”
    He pressed his lips together and paused before giving her a single nod. “We’ll start tomorrow.” He strode to a filing cabinet along the wall, flung open a drawer, and snatched a few papers. Then he picked up a couple of books off his desk and handed it all to her. “Here’s another questionnaire to complete. This time, answer it honestly. Also, I’d like you to read these books tonight. There’s a lot of crap out there on BDSM. Forget everything you think you know. These will give you a better understanding of what you’re getting yourself into. For now, consider yourself to be on probation.”
    While Cole called someone named Gracie on his cell phone, she perused the questionnaire, baffled by its ten-page length. Slave auctions? Pony play? Water sports? Was that some kind of kinky surfboarding she didn’t know about? And the kidnappers had agreed to all of it on her behalf? No wonder Cole didn’t believe her story.
    There was a brief knock on the door, and then a petite Asian woman wearing a shiny red minidress and six-inch red stilettos glided into