What happens in The Brigade stays in The Brigade...
Viviana Marks crashes the annual Brigade masquerade with one mission--submitting to Chief of Security, Stryker. She isn't about to pass up this opportunity to dabble in her BDSM fantasies with one of the best Doms around.
Returning from a mission, Lance is surprised to discover an unknown woman posing as a former submissive of his. Curious, he assists Stryker in taking control of the sweet bundle of curves, sensuality and attitude.
Viviana soon finds herself in a two-week training session with the two men, who are determined to unleash her darkest desires and awaken a need she's ignored too long. When the time draws near to decide whether to continue her journey of sensual discovery, the true test is whether the tentative trust she's built with the two Doms is enough to overcome her bitter past.
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April 04, 2012
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Excerpt from Passion's Training by Cara Carnes
The sexy sub clenching his fingers was one moan away from feeling his cock sheathed inside her. Lance took a deep breath and expended the last shrivel of control he had over the scene. Whoever the hell this woman was, he wouldn't let her leave until he'd fucked her hard. Repeatedly.
What started off as curiosity had become a battle of wills. He'd intended to teach her a lesson--don't fuck with The Brigade. He'd arrived moments after her. Stryker suspected she was a reporter digging up dirt on the resort. Again.
There was an unspoken rule within The Brigade--never, ever invite someone without letting Stryker know beforehand. Thanks to the meddling vixen trussed up beneath him, he'd almost had his ass handed to him by the only man at the resort capable of actually doing him some damage. Okay, there were a couple more who Lance was leery of with good reason--but no one fucked with Stryker and his penchant for tight security.
That was suicide.
And how the hell would a reporter have gotten his name? Few members of The Brigade flew under the radar lower than Lance. Lives depended on his anonymity. Nah, something else was going on with this gorgeous bundle of silky flesh and lush curves.
She'd surrendered too easily to be a vanilla masking as a submissive. His cock throbbed with a need he'd not felt in a long time. He'd lost much of his humanity over the years, and the untamed side of him wanted to show her exactly how dangerous it was to pretend to be his sub.
Stryker stepped forward, as if sensing the last strand of moral decency slipping. He was one of the only men who could contain Lance if need be, which was probably why he was standing here. Agreeing to do a scene with her had been a mistake.
He never scened this soon after returning from an assignment--neither of them did. And they sure as hell never did demonstrations with girls who weren't known to them.
Whoever she was, he'd be crazy to take a phenomenally executed scene and turn it into the primal fuck-fest he craved more than the air he breathed. He pulled on her long, black curly hair and relished in her soft gasp. He knew she was barely aware of her surroundings.
A small measure of pride filled him. He'd accomplished what he'd set out to do for the scene. Now he just needed to figure out who the hell she was before he fucked her into oblivion.
Stryker moved closer and stood on her right. His dark gaze scanned her lush curves with a hunger Lance suspected matched his own. She was sin in leather and currently at their mercy. He had none to spare.
The moment her breathing returned to a semblance of normal, Stryker met his gaze. It went against his nature to not provide better aftercare for the little sub strapped so sexily to the bench, but they weren't close to being ready to end this.
It had only begun.
Stryker's voice boomed over the hushed whispers. "Let's give Viviana a round of applause for helping us out with this demonstration."
Pink stained her cheeks when Lance moved to stand to her left. He wasn't about to miss her expression when he figured out who he was.
"And of course, we owe Master Lance a debt for filling in this evening."
A small gasp escaped her lush lips. A widened, dark-blue gaze darted up to meet his. Shock filled her expression. Pink spread across her soft skin.
She tugged against the restraints locking her into place. Stryker motioned for Gabe to close the tent flap as the last of the onlookers exited the area. Silence hung in the tense atmosphere.
"I think we have a problem, Viviana," Stryker commented as he kicked a crate closer and sat down in front of her. Her belly flopped when she saw the darkened expression on his face. "I'm afraid my friend here doesn't seem to know you."