Free Unraveled (Undone) by Jennifer Dawson Page A

arousal fills my senses, making me feel like everyone in this room is experiencing it right along with me. It only heightens the exposure. Fuels my desire.
    Leo once again steps back. “She’s still missing something.”
    And suddenly, Brandon is next to him, looking me up and down. He shrugs. “She’s not very exposed, now is she?”
    “Good point,” Leo says, as though he’s given the matter serious thought.
    I wrinkle my nose at Brandon, who grins at me, steps up and whispers in my ear, “You don’t fool me, I know who you are.”
    They don’t fool me either. I know how they operate. Leo knows exactly what he’s going to do, and how. He doesn’t leave important things like this to chance.
    With Brandon standing in front of me, Leo comes to stand next to him. “This isn’t going to work at all.”
    “Nope.” Brandon crosses his arms.
    “If you’re going to be a cock tease, you might as well go all the way and do it properly, don’t you think?” Leo asks, his head tilted.
    I don’t say anything. I’m not sure I can speak. I might hyperventilate.
    Brandon smiles at me. “In the back, I have a room set up just for her. All it has is a table and a spotlight.”
    Leo cocks a brow. “Sounds right up your alley, doesn’t it?”
    I can only gulp. Is he really going to do this? Allow strangers to watch as he takes me? Do I want that?
    Leo slides his fingers up my thighs, and he’s hitting slick flesh before he even reaches any place good. “Someone likes that idea.”
    If I’m so aroused, I must, right?
    “Why am I not surprised?” Brandon asks.
    Leo hooks his fingers into the silver circle at my throat. “You’re mine. And you’re going to show every single person here that you perform for me. Understand?”
    I’m going to combust. Right here at the table. In front of god and everyone. “Yes, Leo.”
    He tugs and the leather band around my throat tightens. “Let’s go.”
    And down the rabbit’s hole I go.
     

 
     
     

    Ruby
     
    Leo and Jillian walk away and I sit there, drink in hand, staring into the clear bubbly liquid. My heart is pounding hard, and my cheeks feel hot. I want to press the cool glass against my forehead to soothe my flushed skin.
    “You okay there?” Chad asks, his voice thoughtful.
    I jerk my attention to him, blinking back to the reality of my surroundings, surprised to find I’m in what now looks like a very upscale, expensive club. I clear my throat. “Yep, I’m good.”
    “Are you sure?” Chad’s blue eyes peer into me, expression intent on my face.
    I swallow and nod. “Yes.” But my voice doesn’t sound at all sure.
    He smiles and slides his glass down on the table before taking my own from my fingers and placing it next to his. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed, you know. It’s normal.”
    I want to object that I’m perfectly fine, but something stops me. Maybe it’s the set of his jaw. The way he’s looking at me, not with judgment or arrogance, but with what looks like genuine concern. I find myself asking, “It is?”
    He nods then chuckles. “The first time I went to this kind of party I was in shock. It was like a train wreck where I couldn’t look away.”
    My eyes widen and some of the tension knotting my stomach eases. “Yes, that’s exactly what it feels like.”
    “You’re not alone, I think it’s like that for everyone.” He rubs his hand along the back of his neck and laughs. “The first time I went with a friend of mine, and I wasn’t into the scene at all. He took me to a hardcore leather club. My first and last trip.”
    “You didn’t like it?”
    He shudders before flashing me a grin. “I walked in, and it was dark. Like a cave. The first scene I passed was a woman sewing a guy’s lips together. I almost passed out from the shock.”
    I cringe. “Oh my god, I’d have died.”
    “I almost did.” He winces. “I’ve never been into that kind of extreme pain, needles and instruments.” He shivers. “I hate blood.