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her? Hungry and strong and fucking dominant . Ready to fucking roar.
    Once he got going, he couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d be like in bed. What it would be like to watch her discover how much she liked to submit—he could tell already, with the way she flushed when he used the voice, the way she responded to an order. Damn. He could make her fantasies come true. He’d find out how big those brown eyes got when she came.
    He fucking knew she was out there, right now, knew she’d come for the show when he’d texted her. Didn’t know how he knew. Maybe he had lost his mind already, but who cared? He could feel it.
    He laughed. He was about to go on stage for the first time in six months in front of a crowd that wanted to kill him, and all he could think about was what a girl he’d just met tasted like.
    And it felt good . Fuck it. It was good to feel like that, all juiced up, after being down for so long. Declan didn’t care if it was nuts. He thought about her. About Molly Ward. About how she’d come. About how she was so fucking afraid of what she felt, that what it must be like when she’d finally, finally let it all go…
    Sing for Molly fucking Ward; forget the rest .
    He threw open the door and yelled, “Let’s go kick some ass.”
     
    ~ * ~ * ~
     
    Molly felt like a proper badass, as Adra had instructed, for all of about five minutes. Then she realized she was surrounded by the handpicked crowd of die-hard Savage Heart fans and L.A. celebs and she started to remember how incredibly out of place she was.
    Volare L.A. itself was incredible. At least the public part of the club was—the first floor was one huge room, a giant performance space with beams crisscrossing the ceiling several stories overhead, freaking chandeliers all over the place, private boxes, several bars…
    It felt like a dream world. And Molly found herself wondering what the more private areas of the club were like.
    Everywhere there were little clues about what might go on at the more private events—little metal loops bolted into the walls, padded posts, odd-looking furniture. Or maybe she was just imagining it. That wouldn’t surprise her in the least. She had imagined plenty of things, thinking about Declan and his big hands.
    Not helpful .
    Molly picked up a drink and tried to find a quiet corner where she could observe the show in true writer form. She was there to do a job, after all. Unfortunately, everything she observed reminded her of Declan. The whole place was dizzy with the anticipation of seeing Declan Donovan and Savage Heart—or “Half a Heart,” as she heard some fans mutter. They were all pissed about Soren. Not knowing what had happened, at least half of them blamed Declan, and now, to make things worse, Soren was basically missing. The rumors online and floating through the crowd were all various shades of crazy: Soren fucked Declan’s girl, Soren stopped Declan from doing something twisted (Molly found this one unbelievable, if intriguing—she knew at least some of the things Declan might be into), it was all a mess over some groupie…
    No one really knew what had happened in Philadelphia. It was gonna be an interesting show.
    But some of the female fans, at least, didn’t seem to care about the past. Or the show. Or the band. They were all over the place, to the point where Molly couldn’t ignore them anymore, and they were practically feverish.
    “Oh God, I don’t even care, I’ll climb on stage and suck him in front of everyone.”
    It was a six-foot blonde woman, announcing that to the entire world at the top of her lungs. Like she was calling dibs? Molly couldn’t place her—maybe she wasn’t famous, just a model? Right, “just” a model.
    Also? Suck him on stage? Molly had an inexplicable urge to smack the woman, even though she’d probably just cut her hand on one of those cheekbones.
    Eat something , Molly thought bitterly.
    Her friend laughed it off. “You are such a