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had given her the power, the control, to be the woman she
wanted to be. She'd had a stimulating job and the perfect
man at home her master. Together, they were exploring the
darker side of passion, and both seemed to bloom with the
knowledge. Why then had he suddenly disappeared just when
things were going so well? And why now was he back?
Ben Johnson knew the "life" he and Lisa were living had
been wrong...just knew it. Something that felt that good
couldn't be right. According to his therapist, "only by atoning
for your wrongs could you really grow and change as a
person." Why then, after so many months apart, did he still
need to dominate Lisa, to bend her to his will and give in to
his baser instincts?
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Chapter One
Ben's eyes were slow to adjust in the dry-ice haze and
darkness of the club. The sleazy den off Route 73 wasn't
unique. Thousands just like it hid in cheap, neglected corners
of the country. Outside, a neon sign perched on a tar roof
flashed the promise of cheap thrills, luring men still
experiencing the universal sting of adolescence. For the price
of a few watered down drinks and some wilting dollar bills,
lonely men found a private place to console their wounded
egos with a flash of female flesh and the thud of 1980s music.
As if a tawdry, practiced act could be a substitute for the
exquisite mystery of a real woman.
Ben flinched. Only the act was pretend, the women here
were real just as full of need and affection as any woman.
How could he be sure? He knew, because the woman
strutting across the stage had once shared his bed. She now
relentlessly haunted his dreams by night and his conscience
by day.
Flashing strobe lights separated Ben from reality in a room
smelling of cheap beer and mold. He did not belong
here...and neither did Lisa.
The star of the next set hooked a long, shapely leg around
a glinting silver pole, swinging seductively to a pounding,
ferocious rhythm Ben felt beneath his ribs. As she slid off the
pole, Lisa's back curved unnaturally and her face contorted as
if in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
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Slowly, Lisa unwound and inched her way toward the edge
of the stage. There, she crouched with legs spread wide and
rocked her pelvis to the beat of the music. Every thrust
brought her breasts within half an inch of a patron's delighted
face. She drew her arms over her head and pushed out her
hip, allowing another eager fuck to stuff a bill in her thong.
Winking at the patron with lashes too long and thick to be
her own, she rose and twirled toward the next man. Turning
her back on him, she spread her legs and leaned forward. Her
hair hanging, she winked again through her legs, then closed
her eyes and slowly licked her lips. Her reward a five on the
other hip. She blew that man a kiss.
Ben leaned against a column. His posture alleged lazy
indifference false as Lisa's frightfully long lashes and the
sensual hunger she radiated for her customers. Inside his gut,
rage knitted into thick, heavy knots, looping repeatedly in
quiet, deliberate progression. Once, he would have blamed
her for the adrenaline flooding his veins, or worse, appeased
his anger by pounding one of the poor bastards who waved
crumpled bills in clenched, sweaty fingers.
That was before he learned to leash the madness, before
he learned to bring his beast within to heel.
He'd spent the better part of a year trying to make sense
of their relationship. Once, he believed nothing could separate
them. Together they'd explored the outer edge of every
craving lust, love, power, and pain, But at what cost? He
was certain now that he'd pushed their relationship to far and
was ready to accept the blame...alone. Although with
therapy, he'd mastered external control, Ben could still
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imagine the sweet satiation that an all-out riot would bring.
The urge to pounce tantalized. Ben raised a brow as his gaze
stalked Lisa across the stage.
A fight would hardly suit his purpose. He'd come here to
atone.
Lisa bowed forward this time, cupping her breasts. He
could hear her moan above the music, and the sound made
him shiver.
Lord, but the woman had tits to die for and she knew it.
He pulled his folded arms tighter against his chest. As the
man leaned forward to stuff his bill into her thong, Lisa turned
her head sharply toward Ben, meeting his eyes. She swayed,
losing the beat of the music, but only for a second. Ben
doubted the drunken sap near the stage even noticed.
So, Lisa was aware of him. Her reaction was a good sign
a start.
His journal rested in his back pocket, and although the
contents might not change things between them only a
miracle could do that now his scribbled thoughts were the
best and last offering to the insane connection between them.
He'd hurt Lisa and now he hoped to heal her.
The men by the stage were chanting her stage name
Venus.
How appropriate, he thought. She was Venus and he, like
the sorry men at her feet, was her moon doomed to circle
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