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entered the Dungeon knew better than to cross Drake.
    “Was that her, boss?”
    “Yeah, that was her.” A weight settled on his shoulders as he was forced to think about something other than fucking her.
    “Gonna be a shame to see her gone. She seems like the perfect sub for you. Took to her first spanking like a demon on fire.”
    Drake reached out and grabbed the demon by the throat. “You'd better remember your place here, sludge. Next time I catch you watching me or mine without my permission is the day your black soul disintegrates.”
    “Sorry, boss,” Randy managed to croak around the chokehold. “I was just saying.”
    Drake released the little bastard and laughed. “Maybe you should learn to keep your thoughts to yourself.”
    “You know boss, if I didn't know better, I might think you have it bad for her.”
    Drake ignored the crazy demon with an obvious death wish. He couldn't afford to think like that. The last time he let his emotions rule his head he'd broken the heart of a beautiful soul. A woman who'd deserved a human mate. Melanie.
    Stop. No going back down that road.
    He shook his head and cleared his thoughts. As for Melody, perfect sub or not, he had a job to do here and do it he would.
    “There's still another way, boss. A way to keep her.”
    He gritted his teeth, attempting to bank down the violence storming under the surface. “You know damn well I want nothing to do with that job. You think I want to become like that bastard? Use my demons that way?”
    “It doesn't—”
    “Enough. I don't want it mentioned again. You hear me?”
    Melody's voice carried from across the room, reminding him of her unsupervised status. He turned to see her surrounded by a group of Doms and Dom wannabes. The mask of aggression he'd spanked out of her had slipped back into place as she taunted and teased the men and women around her. Some of the men she spoke to were pretty twisted. She had no idea that she was poking caged tigers who were likely to break free at any moment if she wasn’t careful.
    A couple of the wannabes reached out, caressed her arms and legs, and she easily pushed them away. But one, Master Dan, was touching her, attempting to draw her in. Dan's hand slid up her leg from her slim ankle toward her shapely thigh. Her focus was split with so many trying to get her attention, and if Dan's fingers went one inch higher he was going to die tonight. Because Drake would kill him.
    His heart pounded as the blood drained from his head to pool in his already straining cock. His need was on him, and with that single-minded focus he needed her under him right now. Where he'd bury himself in her slick heat, listening to her whimpers and moans as she pleaded for more.
    Melody took a tiny step of retreat backing into the bar. The other Dom's hand dropped, and Drake decided to put a stop to this scenario now. He strode toward her as the crowds between them parted for him to get through, either out of respect or fear, he didn't care.
    * * *
    Normally this much attention from the male of the species would make Melody's night. But her encounter with Drake had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. Her plan to use him for pleasure and then quickly grab his soul had turned out to be a joke. Ten minutes into her new D/s adventure, she'd given up control and lost all conscious thought of her mission.
    So not a good sign.
    She couldn't afford to waste time on her own selfish needs if they didn't help her quota. She'd gotten lucky on the way to the club that first night when she came across a disgusting pig of a man whose thoughts revealed a plan to rape her when she turned down his lovely offer. No way in hell she would have sex with him, but his mind had been weak and she'd easily enthralled him. He thought he was having the best sex of his life when she reached in and stole his soul. Not even willing to hold onto it until she had time to deliver it to Harold, she zipped it up and willed it to Harold's