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I nod, power leaking into my synapses. “Yes, and Ardesia Ricci has agreed to handle you for me if I tell him it’s necessary to.”

“No. Please, I’m sorry, Sloane, I am. I was just stupid, and…”

I roll my eyes and look at Luca, ignoring his face of warning.

“Stay away from me, Myra.” I look back at her, my face stern and my meaning etched into the primal tone of voice I drop into. “You stay away from me, and you stay away from Luca. I neverwant to see you again, and if I do, mine will be the last face you see.”

She nods, fear making her body quake as she grabs her bag and slides off her stool, racing for the doors to escape.

I don’t look at Luca; I can’t.

I know he’s going to be disappointed in how I just threatened her, but in my gut, I knew it was necessary.

“I don’t want to hear another word about her, please. I’ll never forgive her. I will forgive myself for getting close to her, though,” I say, finally turning to face him.

Pride beams on his features, and I nearly choke on my tears that spring free. “I’m proud of you, little dove. And you don’t need to forgive yourself for letting someone get close. She fucked up. That’s her sin to deal with. Don’t wall yourself off to forging new relationships because of her, or she wins.”

He pulls me into him, and I sob into his shoulder, his warm, spiced scent giving me strength.

“Hey,” he pushes me back, thumbing up my fallen tears. “I found a private event happening tonight on that website Ardesia gave us. If you’re up to it, that is.”

My heart skips a beat, my mood lifting exponentially at the thought. “Really?”

He grins. “Really.”

“I’m so fucking in,” I say, and he laughs, pulling me back into a tight hug.

“Well then, tonight, we’re exhibitionists, little dove.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

LUCA

I’m giddy and can barely sit still as the car I’d gotten us gets us closer to the club I found via the Festishlife website that Ardesia had so willingly given me the other night at dinner. I searched the damn site high and low for the perfect fit for Sloane and me and found a club that moves around quite a bit. They’re New York-based but travel the country, renting out venues and spaces for one night at a time only. Luckily, they’re in town tonight, and Sloane agreed to go with me.

“Will you stop squirming? You’re making me nervous,” Sloane says, a sinful grin on her painted lips.

“Sorry. I’m just so eager for you to see where I chose.”

She bites her bottom lip. “So am I, but you know you could just tell me.”

I shake my head.

No way in hell, I’ll tell her. I’m too fucking impatient to watch her reaction to seeing the place for the first time. The post in Fetishlife had photos attached, and I knew after only seeing two of them, it was perfect for us. Thank you for giving back some of the power she’s lost over the years with everything that’s happened to her.

After I talked with Ardesia about my dream, he suggested starting a club to let her try taking the reins a bit.

Even though all my dreams are of me dominating Sloane, when she mentioned binding me to a cross, I salivated at the idea. That night, my dreams were forever changed, and I’d woken up hard and willing to do anything to make that dream a reality.

Of course, this could go wholly wrong. She could hate it.

Nerves swim in my stomach, and I swallow audibly.

Sloane’s small hand in mine gives a squeeze of comfort, and I feel it like a whole-body awakening.

The car slows to a stop, and I turn to her.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” I ask.

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