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Prologue

Valentine’s Night

“Bring her in”

Chelsea’s bare thighs trembled as her escort forced her to walk down a chilly stone hall She was blindfolded, with her hands bound behind her back She had no idea where she was or as roughly leading her along by the black leather collar fastened around her delicate throat The stiletto heels on her feet norance of the events awaiting her that caused the wild tumult of anxiety inside her

At thisled into a carnal lion’s den, which could prove to be either heaven or hell Tonight she had gaain the desire of her heart

If it failed, she would face alradation

With every quivering footstep, she tried to cal the htened around her neck, she reers and the thrust of his cock She recalled the shape of his sensual ave a fierce pang as she thought of his dark eyes and that first gaze, which had seared itself on her soul…

Her escort pulled i her toward her destiny

It had been two hours since she’d stepped into a lily costuarter belt and other erotic accoutrements left for her As soon as she’d slipped on the blindfold, she’d had to rely on her other senses to co while she had heard only the ining the reaction of the other drivers if they could see into the dark-tinted s What would they think if they could see her, a blindfolded, twenty-year-old college student, her long, blonde hair not quite concealing the nipples poking over her corset? Would they think she was a sex slave? A kinky young heiress?

One thing was for sure, they would never believe her story if she told them

Eventually the sounds of traffic had faded, signaling the limo’s departure from town She had traveled the rest of the way in silence At last the engine had stopped and, a few ust of cold February air that made her shiver An anonymous hand assisted her from the limo The sharp clean scent of snow and forest trees told her that she was in the country, far from her university

A hly around her neck and attached to a leash She was yanked forward and led into so as she stu in a cold roo in the chill, until the fatal coan to lead her down this hall

Now the time for fantasy was over It was time to confront her destiny

Chelsea knew the moment she entered the room Her spiked heels sank into the cushiony surface of a carpet, and a led scents of wine, expensive perfume and heated skin drifted to her nose As the expectant hush of the rooorous crackle So

“Lovely”

The sultry feo, she would have called this woman her mentor; now she considered her an eneh heels drew near Two fingers lightly touched the stiff tips of her breasts “You are excited As you should be”

Chelsea’s heart began to race with panic They were going to untie her, right? Surely they weren’t going to leave her bound and blindfolded as strangers took liberties with her body If that was the case, her quest was doomed indeed

A sharp snap sounded near her ear and her escort tugged on her collar again, leading her through the roouests were silent, Chelsea could sensein the exposed curves of her flesh At last a hand pressed back on her chest, stopping her Obediently, she stood still, the back of her bare thighs war flames

“It is time to take your vows of secrecy to the Society,” her mentor said

She felt a cold blade rest between her breasts

“Do you, Chelsea Becker, swear to offer your loyalty, devotion and generosity to those in this rooht?” the female voice asked

Her voice shook as she answered, “I do”