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  Desire, Oklahoma 7

  Submission to Desire

  Brenna Nelson roars into Desire, Oklahoma, for the express purpose of giving the owners of Club Desire a piece of her mind.

  She’s suffered pain, fear, and even the loss of her job at the hands of one of their trainees, and she places the blame directly on their shoulders.

  Trust doesn’t come easy for her, but their concern for her, and outrage at what their club member has done to her, eases some of her fears.

  Before she knows it, Royce Harley and King Taylor ensconce her in their floor at the club and she’s signed a contract to become a submissive at their hands for a month and then be auctioned to live out her wildest fantasies.

  The sexual journey Royce and King take her on, though, proves more powerful than she anticipated, and proves to her that she is right where she belongs.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 117,718 words

  SUBMISSION TO DESIRE

  Desire, Oklahoma 7

  Leah Brooke

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  SUBMISSION TO DESIRE

  Copyright © 2012 by Leah Brooke

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62241-343-0

  First E-book Publication: September 2012

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  SUBMISSION TO DESIRE

  Desire, Oklahoma 7

  LEAH BROOKE

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, you can help me. You can take me to the bastards who own this place so I can give them a piece of my mind!”

  Stilling, King Taylor slowly raised his head from the supply list he’d been working on, dropping his pen on the bar as he came to his feet. His body tightened, the anticipation of turning that anger into something more productive igniting his imagination. Sebastian’s cold, proper tone followed, and although he didn’t hear what their butler said, it quickly became apparent that the woman at the door didn’t like it.

  “No! I’m not fucking leaving here until I tell them what I think of them. Do you know how much trouble they’ve caused me? I know, you probably don’t give a damn. They probably won’t give a damn, either, but I’m not leaving here until I tell those assholes what I think of them!”

  The anger and desperation in her voice tugged at something inside him, and before he knew it, he’d already crossed the bar, intent on reaching the furious woman at the front door.

  Hurrying down the wide hall, King smiled at Sebastian’s attempts to keep the determined and cursing woman from entering, his interest growing.

  “Let me in! Are they hiding in there? I’ll bet they’re hiding in there. Bastards. Don’t they have the balls to see me?”

  Getting his first look at the petite, breathtaking beauty, King laid a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, fighting to recover from what felt like a kick to his stomach.

  She was magnificent!

  “I’ll take care of this.”

  As Sebastian moved away, King purposely didn’t block the door, letting the young woman rush inside.

  As he’d expected, she took advantage of the opening and stormed through the door and into the hall, the look of surprise on her face when she brushed against him, priceless.

  The look of consternation on her face when she realized that he stood between her and the door was absolutely adorable and made his cock hard enough to drive nails.

  As one of the Doms in an exclusive club, he’d seen a lot of women in his time, but his first look at the furious one facing him now nearly brought him to his knees.

  It figured. The first woman in years to stir him with no effort at all, and she was mad as hell at him, and he didn’t even know why.

  His body tightened at the thought of turning all that passion and energy into something far more productive.

  Disheveled, with her dark auburn hair wild and tangled around her face, and her cheeks flushed with anger, she had to be one of the most stunning women he’d ever seen.

  He’d bet she’d have much the same look about her after an hour or two in his bed, and vowed to himself to find out.

  Fascinated by his own reaction, he studied her, realizing that he hadn’t automatically let his gaze wander to see her body, absolutely enthralled by her flashing blue eyes and full lips, thinned in anger.

  He would love to have a chance to tame that gorgeous passion and make her purr.

  Letting his gaze drop, he took in her body, hiding a smile when she shifted restlessly under his scrutiny.

  About average height, her slimness would have made her seem frail if not for the luscious curves that made his hands itch to explore, but her delicacy appeared to end there. The fire in her eyes and stubborn tilt to her jaw told him she would be as wild and untamed in bed, and one hell of a challenge to master.

  His cock jumped
and lengthened at the thought of being the man to do it. A mental image of her naked and on her knees flashed through his mind, making the pressure against his jeans uncomfortable as hell.

  Before she could change her mind and try to escape, he slammed the heavy door, his body tightening at the flash of vulnerability in her eyes. If he had his way, she would never lose that sweet look, an expression he knew would keep him awake tonight. Facing her, he kept his stance balanced, prepared to catch her if she made a run for it.

  Mentally changing his plans for the afternoon, he smiled coldly.

  “I’m King Taylor, one of the bastards who owns this place and I’ve got plenty of balls, Red, but you’ve got to be a good girl in order to play with them.”

  Watching her closely, he didn’t miss the shock and brief flash of what he immediately recognized as sharp hunger. Both seemed to shock her, the widening of her eyes and sharp intake of breath arousing him even more. The fact that she struggled to hide it challenged him as he hadn’t been challenged in some time.

  Anticipation flowed through his veins, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to reach for her, throw her over his shoulder, and head for the playroom he shared with Royce.

  The day already looked better. If he had his way, tonight would be better yet.

  * * * *

  Brenna Nelson pressed back against the wall, wondering if she should have made a phone call instead of giving in to the instinct to confront them face-to-face. She hadn’t planned beyond getting inside, which she figured would be nearly impossible, and giving the owners hell.

  She’d expected meeting a man, or men, like Eugene Donner, not one so overwhelmingly masculine and sexy that she immediately forget everything she’d been about to say.

  Breathing heavily, she gulped, letting her eyes move over what had to be the biggest, meanest-looking man she’d ever seen, one that made her feel as vulnerable as if she stood naked before him.

  He did it with only a look.

  He stood a little over six feet tall, towering over her, his big body rippling with enough muscles for ten men.

  His dark blond hair had been cut in a short, no-nonsense style, as though he didn’t want to take the time to deal with it. His body, though, appeared to be something he worked at religiously.

  Wide shoulders tapered down to a small waist, and she would bet the entire balance of her savings account that he had a six-pack that would make grown women drool. Noticing the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans, she swallowed heavily and hurriedly looked away, her cheeks burning at the wicked thoughts racing through her mind.

  Her imagination went wild as visions of kneeling in front of him, his hands in her hair as she sucked his cock, fueled the hunger already burning inside of her.

  The need to touch him had her clenching her hands at her sides, her entire body stiffening against the arousal that made her pussy clench and her nipples tingle with anticipation.

  If he’d started ripping her clothes from her then and there, she would have helped him—her hunger so strong it dampened her panties and made her entire body flush.

  Taking a deep breath, she tried to get her heart to stop pounding, struggling not to gape at his huge biceps stretching the short sleeves of his shirt, but no matter where she looked, she found impressive muscle everywhere.

  She could almost feel his strength, a strength that would hold her securely, a power she couldn’t escape as he forced her to accept whatever he chose to do to her.

  Meeting his gaze, she recognized the confidence glittering in his blue-green eyes, a confidence she’d only seen in the club back home.

  The self-assurance that he could control her with her own needs, and his own ability to handle the passion he unleashed, had to be the sexiest and the most alarming thing she’d ever experienced.

  Bristling at his arrogance, and with the sexual awareness it inspired, she shifted restlessly, her imagination running wild. Thoughts of being on her knees in front of him and begging for permission to suck his cock had her scrambling for composure.

  The realization that she’d rushed into something she might not be equipped to handle almost had her racing for the door. He didn’t appear easy to move, and the look in his eyes told her he didn’t plan to let her leave anytime soon.

  She couldn’t allow his intimidation or her lust for him to keep her from saying what she’d come here to say.

  Lifting her chin higher, she swallowed heavily at the flash of something dark and dangerous in his eyes, reluctantly drawn to the underlying gleam of male interest.

  “You’re one of the owners?” Inwardly cursing the hesitancy in her voice, she forced herself to face him squarely.

  The steadiness of his gaze made her decidedly uncomfortable, the threat in his eyes unmistakably sexual.

  “I just told you I am. I dislike repeating myself. What’s your name, Red?”

  She didn’t know why his nickname warmed her, or why when he said it in that deep, slow rumble, she wanted to crawl up his body and feast on him. Resisting the urge to look away, she frowned up at him.

  “My name’s Brenna Nelson. Don’t call me Red.”

  “Well, Brenna Nelson, you want to tell me what’s got your panties in a bunch?”

  His words and that superior look of his had the fury rushing back. Bracing her feet, she fisted her hands on her hips and glared up at him, wishing she’d worn higher heels.

  “My panties in a bunch? My panties in a bunch? You Neanderthal! You run a club that teaches men how to abuse women and then let them loose on the rest of the world. I get stalked, attacked, and have to file police reports to deal with one of your students, and you want to know why my panties are in a bunch?”

  His expression hardened with each word, changing dramatically by the time she finished. With a huge arm, he gestured toward an open door off the hall.

  “Come in and tell me what you’re talking about. Right now.” Gripping her upper arm in an unbreakable hold, a hold that sent even more violent need racing through her, he led her down the hallway.

  Chagrined at the rush of moisture that dampened her panties even more, she tried to keep up with his long stride. The concern in his eyes touched her, warming something inside her that made her want him even more. Clenching her jaw, she hardened her tone, not about to show any sign of weakness.

  “Your sheriff caught him and I had to go identify him as the man who’s been harassing me.”

  King surprised her by nodding. “Eugene Donner. And you couldn’t leave town without telling us what you thought about us. I can understand that. Come in.”

  Not about to let his tenderness get to her, or let the sympathy in his eyes take the wind out of her sails, Brenna crossed her arms over her chest and pulled away from him. Shaken and disappointed that he’d done nothing about Donner, she didn’t even attempt to hide her scorn.

  “You knew about this guy? You knew he was harassing me and you didn’t do anything about it? You know, you’re even sleazier than I thought. At least other Doms are out there who know how to treat a woman!”

  Something flashed in his eyes, something that looked suspiciously like jealousy. Wrapping a huge hand around her upper arm, he half dragged her the rest of the way down the hallway.

  “What the hell do you know about Doms? Do you have one?” Lifting a finger when she opened her mouth to tell him that it was none of his business, he shook his head and pulled her into a room off of the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

  “Okay, spill it. Tell me everything right now. Do you belong to someone? Who is it and where can I find him?”

  Trying to hide the leap of excitement at his anger and the intent to possess her glittering in his ever-changing eyes, now darkened to greenish blue, Brenna lifted her chin and glared at him.

  “Listen, buddy, my life is none of your business. I just came here to tell you I think you’re slime. Who the hell do you think you are, telling men it’s all right to abuse women—teaching them how to do it f
or God’s sake—and then letting them loose? It might be okay for you in your dinky town here…”

  She paused when he raised a brow at that and opened his mouth to speak, but she ruthlessly cut him off.

  “No. Don’t try to make excuses for yourself. Do you know what that man has been doing to me for the last year? He got this idea from you and all the other assholes here, that he was God’s gift to women. He figured that he could rape a woman and it was okay if he could make her come. He thinks no means yes. He’s been following me and bothered me so much at work that I ended up getting fired. He broke into my car, my apartment, and my locker at the gym. He called me day and night no matter how many times I changed my number. I called the police over and over and this bastard still managed to ruin my life!”

  “Did he hurt you? Did he rape you?”

  Taken aback by the underlying rage in his cold voice, Brenna blinked and stood frozen, held in a gaze so mesmerizing, it took several heart-stopping moments before she could answer.

  Other than Donner, she’d never seen such rage in a man’s eyes before, his anger making them even bluer. Donner’s fury had been frightening enough. She could only imagine what it would be like to have King’s directed at her instead of at Eugene Donner.

  Shaking her head, she turned away to look out the window, uneasy in the presence of the sexuality he exuded with no apparent effort at all.

  “No, he didn’t rape me. He caught me at my apartment one night, though, after work. He wouldn’t leave and wouldn’t let me leave. I spent over an hour trying to escape, reasoning with him and fighting him until one of my neighbors came home and heard my screams. I needed stitches in my leg and had a broken wrist by the time my neighbor broke the door down. Eugene went out the sliding door and jumped off my balcony and escaped.”