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Shay’s cheeks are flushed.

It’s rare that he’s not the kinkiest one in the room. I’m enjoying the reversal.

Books are the one thing that Shay avoids, since his bitch of a teacher humiliated him.

Perhaps, I can give him the confidence to realize that they’re only stories and can’t hurt him anymore. In fact, they can show him people who are going through struggles like his own, falling into messy love, or open whole new worlds to him.

Shay is breathing fast.

“Should I stop?” I whisper.

Shay swallows. “Don’t. Perhaps, I could change my mind on this whole book club idea.”

Eden snorts.

My breath is hot against Shay’s ear. “Rabbit’s expression is dark and dominant. “Don’t be lazy.” He wrenches Hatter’s arms up even higher. “Work hard to show our Alice pleasure, toy!”.”

Shay shivers. His eyelashes flutter.

He clenches his hands on his knees. “Toy?Fuck, don’t let Jude read this book, or I’ll be in trouble. And don’t read any more, love, or you’re going to make me come in my pants.”

“At least then you’ll match with your twin,” I reply.

Shay laughs like the rays of the sun. “Really, bro? In my bed?”

Eden frowns, flushing.

“I’m sorry to interrupt what is a much more interesting scene than I was expecting.” D’Angelo is leaning in the doorway. “But I just had an email from Garcia.”

Instantly on the alert, I turn to D’Angelo.

He’s too pale. He’s holding himself too still.

What’s happened?

“Has Garcia found something out about the gifts?” I demand, standing up.

D’Angelo’s blue eyes are icy. “Garcia has tracked down RebelLover22. She’s a woman called Tanya Vega.”

“There’s something else, right? I can see it in your face.”

D’Angelo’s expression tightens. “Vega lives right here in Freedom. Her house is within sight of Rebel Arena.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

1001 Fantasies, Freedom

D’Angelo

“This isn’t a Halloween costume shop,”Robyn whispers. She clutches onto my sleeve, as if for safety. Her cheeks are adorably flushed. “This is a fetish shop. You tricked me.”

“Did I, cara mia?” I love the way that Robyn is pressing against me. I can feel her heat through her thin, cotton dress. For the first time in my life, I wish that I didn’t always wear suits and was more of a nudist like Shay. Then I could be even closer to my principessa. “I told you that I was taking you to buy costumes for the Halloween event. I don’t believe that I said the precise type of boutique.”

The morning sun is masked by the thick, black drapes that hang over the windows.

1001 Fantasies is exclusive, decadent, and Gothic.

It’s a small boutique on the outskirts of town that only the BDSM community know about. It’s also one ofmybusinesses.

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