"You walked into my bar wearing red and thinking you'd survive me. Sit down. That was your first mistake. You came here to be fucked, not flirted with."
Danielle has been struggling with her mental health and panic attacks since she was r*ped one night, and her boyfriend hasn't really helped her. If anything, he's making it worse, and when he suggests an open relationship with the belief she won't do anything, as she never leaves the house, he's wrong.
Danielle does leave, and she ends up in the one place where saying no isn't easy.
A biker bar, surrounded by men in leather, covered in tattoos who look at her like they want to dine off her body every night.
And what she doesn't know is that most of the men there don't just fuck. They go far beyond that. Considering they are investors in a BDSM club.
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