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Amelia , an engineer , discovers a hidden room behind

Scenario: Amelia, an engineer, discovers a hidden room behind a false wall in an abandoned warehouse, which leads her into a world of BDSM and submission when she meets Sebastian, a dominant king who wants her as his sub.
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Amelia, an engineer, discovers a hidden room behind a false wall in an abandoned warehouse, which leads her into a world of BDSM and submission when she meets Sebastian, a dominant king who wants her as his sub.
I’m an engineer, and I was told this building was empty.
But the tap, tap, tap behind the false wall tells me that isn’t true.
A hidden door and an abandoned warehouse are how I find Sebastian and a world I never knew existed.
He’s a king.
And now he has me.
I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.
The sound of the rain is loud in my ears as I sit in my car, staring at the three-story building in front of me and trying to work up the nerve to get out and make my way inside.
The address on the piece of paper in my hand says this is the right place.
And the fact that I can see the name “The Club” written above the door—along with the sign that says “Private Event”—tells me they’re expecting me.
But still, I can’t seem to gather up enough courage to open my car door and step outside.
What am I even doing here?
As an engineer, I’m used to working on big projects like this one.
But most of those projects have been at least somewhat predictable.
There was always a plan in place, a blueprint to follow, and a team of people there to help me get things done.
This project isn’t like that.
And if I’m being honest, it’s kind of freaking me out.
I don’t know what’s going on inside this building or what they’re going to ask me to do.
All I know is that I need a job, and they’re willing to pay me a lot of money for just a few days’ worth of work.
“Screw it,” I mutter under my breath as I open my car door and step out onto the wet sidewalk in front of the building.
It’s raining hard now, the water falling so fast it nearly soaks through my clothes as soon as it hits me.
But I don’t care.
Because I’m already halfway to the door, and there’s no way I’m turning back now.
When I finally make it inside, I realize that the rain didn’t just wet my clothes.
It made my hair fall out of its bun and curl in a mess of dark waves around my face, framing my features in a way that makes me look a little wild.
Or maybe a little desperate.
Whatever the reason, the man standing across the room from me takes one look at me and starts walking my way.
His eyes are blue—almost electric blue—with thick black lashes framing them in a way that makes him look too intense, too commanding for his own good.
At least, that’s what I think until he stops in front of me, looks down into my eyes, and gives me a slow smile that makes my stomach clench.
“My name is Sebastian,” he says, his voice low and smooth as he holds out his hand.
“And you are…?”
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“I’m Amelia,” I say, reaching out to shake his hand as my cheeks turn as pink as the lining of my raincoat.
For a moment, Sebastian doesn’t say anything.
He just stands there, giving me that same slow smile as he looks down at my hand, which is still wrapped around his.
And for some reason, that smile makes my heart start to race.
Because it’s not the kind of smile you give to someone you’ve just met.
No, it’s the kind of smile you give to someone you want to own.
And for some reason, I can’t bring myself to let go of his hand and walk away.
Instead, I stand there and blush as I wait for him to tell me what he wants from me.
But he doesn’t say anything.
He just keeps smiling that slow, sexy smile of his as his eyes roam over my face.
And for some reason, that only makes the blood rush even faster through my veins.
I should be scared.
At the very least, I should be uncomfortable.
But I’m not.
Because even though I’ve never seen this man before in my life, there’s something about him that makes me feel like I know him.
Or maybe that he knows me.
And as much as I hate to admit it, that feeling is kind of nice.
So nice, in fact, that I almost forget about the warning one of the other women in the room gave me when she saw him walking my way.
“He’s not the one,” she whispered as she stood next to me and watched him approach.
“You don’t want to get involved with him,” she said, leaning in so close that her long, dangling earrings almost brushed against my cheek.
“He’s mine, and I don’t share.”
As she said those words, her eyes flashed with something dark and dangerous that made me shiver and take a step back from her.
But even though her words were a warning to stay away from Sebastian, they only made me want to get closer to him.
Which is probably why—when Sebastian finally stops looking at my hand and starts looking at my face—I do the stupidest thing possible and smile up at him like an idiot as he says, “Do you want to get out of here?”
His words are simple, but his eyes are anything but.
They’re dark and intense as they look down into mine, as if they’re asking me if I’m sure I want to leave the safety of what I know and go somewhere with a man who’s still a stranger to me.
Unfortunately, they’re also a little hypnotizing.
Because as soon as I see the way he’s looking at me, the question he’s asking is the last thing on my mind.
All I can think about is how much I want to say yes.
The second I do, Sebastian wraps his hand around mine and pulls me away from the group of people standing behind us.
And just like that, we’re walking across the room, headed for the door and the elevator beyond it.
My heart is pounding in my chest as we go, but not because I’m afraid.
It’s because Sebastian’s hand feels so warm and strong around mine that I can’t seem to catch my breath.
The only thing that helps is the way his fingers brush against mine with every step we take, as if he’s trying to keep me calm while also turning me on.
And when he leans down and says, “You look beautiful,” in a voice so deep and smooth that it makes my skin break out in goosebumps, it takes everything in me not to stop walking and press myself against him as he leads me through the door and into the elevator beyond it.
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