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“Do you swear to keep secret all that you see, learn and experience here?”

“I do” Oh, please let this be the extent of her initiation rite If it only involved this degrading costume and a couple of worthless vows, she would consider herself getting off light indeed

“Do you understand that any revelation of the Society will incur great punishment?”

She sed nervously “I do”

Unexpected hands grasped her fro with her corset She stifled a cry of outrage as she realized she was being stripped nude

“You ht is a symbolic rebirth,” intoned the female voice

Chelsea longed to sreed to this Still, it was hard to s her gall as even her panties were slid down her thighs Finally she stood before the crowd in nothing but her heels, her collar, her bonds and her blindfold Her cheeks burned hot with outrage and humiliation

Soh i a few uests, as she was jerked into the center of the room, and then pushed down until she knelt on the carpet Suddenly the collar was removed “Extend your hands,” a deep male voice ordered

She obeyed as best she could, extending her bound hands behind her back With a shistle of descent, a sharp blade cut through her bonds, freeing her hands A moment later the same blade severed her blindfold as well

She gasped as the black fabric fell away fro with it her cascade of blonde hair The first light to enter her retinas made her blink As her vision beca in a h, s Dozens of people lined the walls All of theift of this twisted Valentine’s party But she no longer cared about her exposure She was searching for one face, the face that ratification of her heart a

s well as her body The only problem was that it was a face she had never seen before

Chapter One

Three Weeks Earlier

“Lie on those pillows and spread your legs,” the handsome sultan commanded “Now Before I devise a worse punishment”

Chelsea Becker sprawled across her bed, brow furroith rapt concentration as she eagerly devoured her new book Outside her dorm room, a steady January snoirled down over the campus, but she was absorbed only in this latest treasured acquisition to her erotica library It was the most recent title by Jonathan Danvers, her favorite author—and alumni of her university He had, in fact, been her inspiration to transfer here fro erotica writer herself, she figured any writing program that had produced him must be spectacular

She flipped the book to stare at his photo on the jacket A small, black and white headshot showed him to be in his late twenties and formidably handsome, with thick dark hair that fell to his shoulders and a stern gaze that dominated his noble bone structure He looked exactly like the man of her dreaerous She sighed He was such a figure of mystery to her He had no website and his book jacket bio said only that he was the author of three books and had graduated from her university All of her efforts to learn more about him had been futile Yet there was no writer she would rather read—and no man she would rather seduce

It had been a little over two years since she had discovered his first book She had been an eighteen-year-old virgin then, a girl who dreamt of that perfect older man ould initiate her into a sexual real A man ould treat her like a princess in public but ely as an anist the crude boys on her old college cauys at her new university weren’t much better The few sexual relationships she’d had so far had been highly unsatisfying

She i hair With Valentine’s Day just weeks away, the single girls in her dor boyfriends, or at least dates, for that special day She thought it was a crock Why should she date some clumsy boy just to enact a commercial cliché of roses and an overpriced dinner? She’d pass, thanks There was nothing ro cards

Chelsea didn’t want a conventional campus romance She wanted adventure, excitement—and red-hot lust

Her reverie ended abruptly as the door swung open “Oh good, you are here,” her rooone to class yet”

Chelsea eyed her roommate suspiciously Nikki’s black ponytail was disheveled and her cheeks were flushed pink frolint that said she had a plan That wasn’t good Nikki hadChelsea’s social life and Chelsea usually didn’t like any of them