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Broken

By: Julia Sykes

Gwen may bartend at Dark Grove Plantation BDSM club, but she sure as hell doesn’t participate in the kinky acts going on around her. Not anymore. She’s been hurt too many times before.

But everything changes when sexy Dom Damien shows up at Dark Grove and locks his sights on her. He senses her submissive nature and is intrigued when she rebuffs his advances. Determined to take on the challenge, Damien resolves that Gwen will submit to him, no matter what it takes.

Can she resist the unbending Dom who is determined to help her heal? Or will she remain broken?

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Gwen kept her eyes downcast as she went to gather up glasses from a corner table. She feared that she might see him if she dared to look up. She wasn’t at all sure she could handle the emotional turmoil of facing him again.

She hadn’t made it halfway across the bar when a pair of strong hands grasped her upper arms. She closed her eyes in dread. She didn’t have to see him to know who was touching her. Despite her resolve not to allow him to affect her, her pussy pulsed.

“Damien,” she breathed, tugging against his grip. He held her fast, his long fingers sinking into her flesh.

“Hello, Gwen.” His hands slid down her arms, and something cold suddenly encircled her wrists. She heard the handcuffs click as they locked around her. She gasped, unsure if the warmth in her belly was the result of fear or arousal. She jerked at the cuffs, but the metal only bit into her wrists.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Whatever I want,” he replied. His arms enfolded her, one around her waist and one across her chest, pulling her back against his hard body. Gwen had to stifle a moan as her nipples hardened in response to his possessive touch. Need rose up in her, hot and visceral.

“Now, Gwen,” he began, his tone brusque and business-like. “I’ll give you one chance to deny me. If you do, I’ll leave you alone and never touch you again.” As he spoke, he trailed his short fingernails across the top her cleavage, sending little sparks dancing across her skin. “But if you don’t,” he continued. “You’re mine for the night. There won’t be any going back.”

At the eroticism of his touch and his words, Gwen couldn’t help relaxing, her head dropping back against his chest as she let out a little whimper of need.

She could practically feel his hard-edged grin. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Gwen nodded weakly, all thoughts of resistance fleeing. She wanted him, needed him. And her mind couldn’t deny her body’s wishes.

“Excellent,” he said with satisfaction.

Something cool and smooth touched her throat. It encircled her neck before closing around it possessively. Damien buckled the collar closed at her nape. She shuddered at the act; he was claiming her as his submissive for the night, marking her in front of everyone.