Savage Chains: Shattered (#3) (Men in Chains) Read Online Free PDF

like a memory that just wouldn’t surface. He had told her that Faylen had died shortly after Sweet Dove had enslaved Reyes, yet something about that nagged at Angelica. She just didn’t know why.
    The conversation moved on, and she forgot about the odd sensation. Reyes told her about the rock shelf that overlooked a rich tropical valley below, and she wished she could see his South American home. But she probably wouldn’t. She’d be going home soon, right after the last Starlin event at the Crystal Dome.
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    Over the next couple of weeks and through the continuous stream of Starlin events, she accompanied Reyes to a host of parties. They stayed only long enough to support Reyes’s cover as a slaver before leaving.
    Reyes would then take her back to his bedroom and, before long, back to his bed.
    She was sore in the best way and treasured every joining, though she tried hard not to think about the fact that soon she would be heading home, back to California. Although it was likely Reyes would insist on relocating both her and her mother to a different state. He feared someone from Starlin would happen to see her and the nightmare would start all over again.
    How far away that world seemed to her now: her simple accountant’s life, her mother’s infirm condition, the boredom she’d endured in her day-to-day routine. The thought of returning didn’t hold even a spark of interest for her, except to be with her mother. And she really hated the thought that once she left Reyes’s world, he might be forced to resume some sort of physical relationship with Sweet Dove in order to gain access to the information he needed to take Starlin down.
    She shuddered at the thought.
    Each day, usually at mealtime, Reyes would spend an hour or two on the Starlin Web site to familiarize himself with the organization. He’d also exchanged several e-mails with Sweet Dove since he’d broken out of his chains.
    Angelica read the e-mails as well, and would have been appalled by the sadistic nature of the content if she hadn’t come to understand how vile Sweet Dove really was.
    Reyes continued to play Sweet Dove by tempting her with explicit, sexual suggestions, but at the same time dwelling on the importance of an equal partnership with her. Sweet Dove in turn seemed to have gotten over her rage that Reyes had escaped her shackles and would never be returning to her as her slave.
    Angelica knew the careful line Reyes walked with Sweet Dove. He had to convince her that acting as a consensual partner could be more fulfilling than the slave-slaver relationship Sweet Dove really wanted. And with each exchange Sweet Dove seemed to be relenting a little more.
    It seemed Sweet Dove wanted him even more, now that she couldn’t have him.
    The day before the masked ball at the Crystal Dome, the finale for the three weeks of Starlin events, Reyes surfaced from studying the organization’s Web site. He sat at the table in the sitting room, his laptop open. “I think we need to do something to corroborate my plan to fake your death following the masquerade tomorrow night.”
    Angelica didn’t mind discussing the details, but she had no heart for thinking about how soon she’d be separating from Reyes.
    She sat on the nearby couch, sewing a long black cat’s tail onto the back of her bustier. The simple costume would serve for the masked ball: bustier and thong, a headband with a pair of cat’s ears, a few whiskers glued to her face. But the tail had come loose.
    Without looking up at him, she asked, “You mean something beyond telling your fellow sadists that you got overzealous in one of our bondage sessions and I died?”
    He drummed his fingers on the table. “I think I have to add something. I mean, part of the way I kept Engles away from you all this time was by making it clear I didn’t hurry the torturing of my slaves.”
    Remembering this part of his charade, she smiled a little. “You mean all those times you boasted about