Finn St Just stood, staring at the beloved face of their Pet, turned up to his. The pale moonlight fell on her, illuminating the fine features, the olive skin and the deep brown eyes, glowing with a strange expression. Fck, he thought with a sudden wrench in his gut, he cared deeply for this woman, this innocent who wanted him. Not in the hard, compulsive way he felt when he met a submissive at the Clubs, where the need to make them submit to his desires was all that he wished. The desire to ...