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Devil ’ s Boudoir Series
    Secret Love
    By Robin McKnight
    Published by Horny Devil Publishing
    Copyright 2013 Robin McKnight
    ISBN 978-1-62518-069-8
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    Devil ’ s Boudoir Series: Secret Love Copyright © 2013 Robin McKnight Edited by Frank Lee, Cynthia Brummett-Lawyer, and Amberline Vincant
    Cover art by Dee Allen (www.deeallencoverart.com) Electronic book publication
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    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
    Chapter One
    Straightening the perfectly tailored lines of his suit jacket, he closed the door with a soft snick as he entered his office. Black velvet curtains covered the window, leaving only the soft glow of a few candles and lamps lighting the room. A large, dark cherry-stained, wooden desk sat in the middle of the room. Modern elegance mixed with a dark opulence defined the room ’s décor, as well as Myles’ own style . Fabrics and tapestries carryied shades of black, white, and gray; supple leather sofas, thick, plush carpeting, polished silver candle sticks and clean lines everywhere. Running his hand through his dark hair, he walked across the room turning toward his desk. Having a muscular athletic build he took great pride in keeping up with, his muscles were still sore from the morning’s trip to the gym, but one would never have noticed by the graceful ease with which he moved. Taking a peek at the calendar atop his desk, he ran over the day ’s tasks in his mind before his thoughts began to wander.
    Sitting behind his desk, Myles D’Kent looked down at the picture in his hand. Waist length red spirals draped over creamy skin, impossibly bright blue eyes sparkled with temptation and desire through the glass of the frame. Arianna Marshall had been in his life for less than six months, and she already consumed every thought, every fantasy, and every minute of every day for him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake her . She was hardwired into every fiber of his being after such a short time, and he’d never felt anything like it.
    As the city’s best-known Dominant and the owner of the most popular BDSM club, The Iron Cuff, Myles had had his pick of women with submissive tendencies. He’d sampled most of them, but none of them had struck him the way Arianna had. Despite his dalliances with a number of women, there’d been only one significant woman in his life before Arianna . T hat hadn’t ended well . It was more like a colossal cluster-fuck of epic proportions. His marriage had been good at the beginning, but quickly degenerated into an emasculating mess. Myles had never thought of himself as a Dom, or even known much about the BDSM lifestyle until his marriage collapsed. No sex, no affection, no love, he was no more than a pay check and a handyman to Sheila, being walked over and constantly berated. When Sheila started sleeping with the pool boy and expected him to just accept it, Myles had had enough and