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The click of the collar locking around my throat sent a shiver through my entire body.

Master Kane’s fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the leather against my skin as if sealing his claim. His gray eyes burned into mine with quiet intensity.

“On your feet,” he commanded softly.

I rose on shaky legs. He stood up from the throne-like chair, towering over me, and took the silver ring on my collar between his fingers.

With a gentle but firm tug, he led me through the club like a pet on display.

Every step made me hyper-aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt in...