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and gently touched her thigh.  
    Her heart pounded. She waited, curious to see if she’d have the same intense reaction to this man’s touch as she had the bouncer. But there was nothing, even as he moved his hand higher in a feather light trail. Unease swelled inside her, along with the instinctive feeling that this wasn’t right. He wasn’t the one who should be touching her.
    “No.” She shook her head and pushed his hand away. “I’m sorry. I need some time to myself.”
    Before he could comment, she rose and walked quickly away from him. She raised the bottle of beer to her lips and took a long swig. Did her health insurance cover psychologists? She had a feeling she was going to need one after tonight.  
    Renee reached the edge of the room and glanced around to see if anyone was watching her. Satisfied that she could make her escape without any notice, she slipped out of the room and into the eerie silence of the rest of the house.
    She moved through the dim hallway, and stopped at the first room on the right. Grabbing the cool brass nod, she twisted.
    The door opened slowly and with a faint squeak. Once inside, a lamp in the corner shed a bit of light in the otherwise dim room. She fumbled along the wall for a light switch. There it was.  
    She flipped in on, flooded the room with light, and nearly fainted.

Chapter Four
     
    “Hello again. Are you lost?”
    Devon set down his book and unfurled himself from the couch. He approached her slowly, watching the panic in her already wild gaze grow.
    She didn’t reply. Just watched him with a mix of fascination and horror.
    “Renee,” he murmured, continuing his slow, deliberate advance.
    She visibly swallowed and reached for the handle behind her.  
    “I hate repeating myself.” He stopped just in front of her, placing a hand on the door above each side of her head, ensuring she couldn’t escape the room just yet. “Are you lost?”
    She smelled amazing. Some sort of light and delicate perfume that only made him want to discover each little erogenous spot she’d dabbed it.
    “Uh...yes.”
    So she was going to run with that lame excuse, was she? He gave her a brief, cold smile that let her know he didn’t believe her for a moment.
    “Aren’t you enjoying yourself, Renee?” His tone mocked, and clearly she didn’t like it.
    She tilted her chin up, giving him a derisive look. “I’m enjoying myself very much, thanks. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll try and find my way back to the party.”
    He made no move to step back. Instead he ran a hand over her bare shoulder and then up her neck. When his hand closed lightly around her throat, she grasped his wrist, her eyes going wide.
    “Easy, Renee. I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured her, lowering his hand down to her collarbone, then over the swell of her breasts. “I’m simply checking to see if you’ve been marked yet.”
    “Marked?” she croaked.
    “Bite marks, bruises from sucking,” he gave a casual shrug, “or maybe welts from a whipping.”
    She drew in a large breath that made her chest rise wonderfully against the restraints of her modern fashioned corset. He wanted to touch her. Feel the heaviness of her soft breasts in his hands again. Maybe this time suck on her nipples.  
    As if she could read his thoughts, she pried his hand away from her cleavage and slipped under his arms.
    “I’m unmarked and am hoping to stay that way.” She tossed her hair and gave him another wary glare.  
    “Hmm. But you’re not completely unmarked. I gave you one earlier.” He lightly touched the pink bruise near her neck and shoulder that he’d left earlier during the preparation. “Don’t you enjoy a man’s touch? Gentle or otherwise, Renee?”
    He could see her struggling with frustration and her attraction to him. It wasn’t that he was trying to be arrogant, but he was attuned to knowing when a woman was interested. Whether she admitted it to him—or herself—or not.  
    “Actually,