Bound to Two

By Winter Sloane

If they can solve the puzzle that is Sarah, she may double her pleasure.

Damon and Jared Bentley seem to have it all—wealth, standing, and ownership of an elite BDSM club. But since they lost the woman they loved, none of life’s pleasures have been as sweet. Until they meet Sarah.

Underneath her polite veneer, ink, and scars, Sarah Evans hides her pain and damaged soul. She strives to remain an enigma to the Bentleys for fear her secrets could destroy them. But the brothers know they’ve finally found the sub they’ve been longing for...and they won’t give up until they claim Sarah for their own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jun 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781773393032

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Copyright© 2017 Winter Sloane

ISBN: 978-1-77339-303-2

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: CA Clauson

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my readers, I hope you enjoy reading about Sarah, Damon and Jared’s journey as much as I loved writing it.

To Evernight, who gave this stranded book a new home.

BOUND TO TWO

Winter Sloane

Copyright © 2017

Prologue

Past

It took one look from a chiseled face in a designer suit to unmake her. It was cliché, but true. Sarah Evans halted playing for a few seconds, her fingertips hovering over the piano keys. She pursed her lips uncertainly, hoping the elegant stranger would turn his attention elsewhere, but he didn’t. He continued staring at her, gaze burning like a brand on her skin. Sarah shivered for an unexplainable reason, and heard the sound of his deep masculine laugh cut across the chattering people at the tables.

He looked out of place in Randy’s bar—refined, polished, and impeccably dressed in his designer suit. He was so unlike the roughnecks that frequented the place. What was a man like him doing in a place like this?

As a pianist barely scraping by through gigs, Sarah had become used to being unnoticed. She rather liked being a pale ghost in the background, unseen and unremarkable, making music capable of drawing couples to the dance floor. Watching the world come to life behind the screen of her piano had been her dream. Something she could be content with, because she could make a living doing what she loved. What else could she ask for?

Something wrong, sugar? asked Randy, the bar owner.

Sarah shook her head and continued to play, although goose bumps rose on either side of her arms. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt the weight of the man’s gaze, latching onto her figure. He didn’t approach her until the end of her last set. By then, the crowd had thinned. Waitresses yawned, tossing aprons down, and the bartender began cleaning up.

Good evening, Sarah.

Startled he knew her name, she looked up, shocked when he tilted her chin, keeping her in place.

Do I know you? Sarah’s skin prickled with unease, with unexplainable excitement. The vibe this stranger sent out had been the same kind of energy the Doms at the local BDSM club she frequented exhibited.

You don’t know me yet, but you will soon. I’m Michael Rivers. He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. Michael released her chin and offered his hand.

A handshake. Simple. Sarah took his hand, surprised by the strength of his fingers.

You play quite beautifully. You possess a rare talent, if I might add. Have you had any formal training?

Sarah shook her head. She had been saving up to apply to the best music school in the city. Sad to say, it took longer than expected, even though she had two jobs. Piano gigs were good and all, but waitressing paid her rent, bills, and food.

If her mother saw her now, Lorreta Evans would’ve laughed in her face, told her she left home for nothing. Nothing but her pride intact maybe, but pride could easily be eroded away when desperation took its place. Sarah refused to take the fall, though. Hell would freeze over before she became a mirror image of her mother.

Such a waste. Michael took her hand off the keys, thumbing each finger.

She bit her lip when he began squeezing skin and bone. Sarah didn’t know what to say, or why she allowed a complete stranger to touch her. She’d always had a weakness for powerful men, but Michael seemed like a different league altogether. Lorreta always told her there were just some men a woman couldn’t say no to. Men she had to be careful with, or risk getting burned. Michael was one of them.

Sarah hadn’t been born naïve. She’d learned early to fend for herself, especially when her father left, and Loretta started bringing back customers to their one-room apartment.

I need to go. Sarah stood from her seat, began to pull away, but Michael’s hand closed on her wrist. He tightened his grip, and she let out a protesting sound. Thank God she wasn’t alone.

Sarah, is this guy bothering you? Randy demanded. He edged closer to them, an unfriendly expression on his face.

I’m afraid I’ve lied to you, Sarah. I have seen you before, down at the club. You’re friends with James and Bobby, yes?

The alarm bells beginning to ring in her head quieted. Sarah let out a sound of relief.

It’s cool, Randy.

Randy nodded curtly.

Sarah turned back to Michael. You know James and Bobby?

Michael studied her carefully, if a little sharply. We’re acquainted, or rather, our families know each other. Are they your Doms?

Sarah let out a laugh. She’d known Bobby and James a few months now, met them after her first master uncollared her. They took her under their wing, helped eased her into new scenes she’d never tried before, but they were more her mentors and occasional playmates than anything else.

Michael’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, fingernails digging into her skin. His handsome features seemed to contort, too, and he looked a lot less charming when anger crept in. If Sarah had been wise—wiser than all her eighteen years combined, she would’ve seen the signs.

No, they aren’t. I currently don’t have a Dom. Not rushing to look for one either.

Seemingly satisfied by her answer, Michael released her wrist. Maybe you haven’t found the right one. Perhaps all you need is the right guidance, a real Dom to lead you to the right path. Michael smiled and looked polished and perfect again. Would you allow me to take you out to dinner sometime?

Dinner sounded safe, Sarah decided. Michael hadn’t asked about playing at the club, although he made it clear he was interested in that, too. Bobby and James had been in the lifestyle for decades. Sarah usually asked them about potential tops who wanted to play with her before agreeing to a proposal. She might be young, but she wasn’t exactly a newbie. Maybe she could handle this one on her own.

Okay, maybe Michael was older, about Bobby and James’ age. He was also somewhat out of her league, but he seemed decent enough and, more importantly, safe if he ran in the same circles as Bobby and James.

Dinner would be lovely.

She squeaked when he gripped her face and brought her in to a kiss. When he released her, she was panting, and her heart threatened to explode inside her chest.

Jesus. Sarah couldn’t remember the last time any man ignited such a reaction from her. A little presumptuous of him to kiss her like that, but it was also dangerously exciting. His unpredictability could grow addictive, Sarah realized.

Shall we then? Not a suggestion, but a command. Michael offered his arm—quite the gentleman again.

Sarah admired his ability to switch roles, but, as she would soon find out, some of the best actors are monsters underneath.

Chapter One

Present

Damon Bentley checked his watch after he set a tall glass of beer in front of a customer. His brother and co-club owner, Jared, caught his eye from across the room. Jared shook his head in warning, but Damon had never really been the careful Bentley brother. He didn't plan his next moves, or bother with a game plan.

Although he didn’t possess his brother’s polished looks or manners, Damon saw what he wanted. Took what he wanted. Period.

Right on cue, Sarah Evans walked into the club's private lounge. Her tense leather-clad shoulders relaxed at the club’s familiar atmosphere. Her eyes looked less guarded compared to the rare moments Damon spotted her outside the club from the security camera feed in the parking lot.

A tempting smile settled on her generous lips—an open invitation to any top that she wanted to play.

Young and jaded, damaged and mysterious, Sarah cast a pretty picture.

Entry into the Lance, the exclusive BDSM club owned and run by a group of self-made entrepreneurs and billionaires including the Bentley brothers and two other friends and shareholders, was by

Reviews for Bound to Two

[Melissa Kemp-Toner · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This book was heartbreaking but beautiful to see what Sarah survived to find happiness at the end.