Series: Club Sin, Book 5
Genre: Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9780553391206
Original Publication Date: March 10, 2014

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USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy returns to the tantalizing world of Club Sin in an enticing novel of control and surrender.
Porter Marshall has nearly achieved his goal of becoming a Club Sin Master, but his new sub poses a much bigger challenge than he anticipated. Despite their mutual attraction and red-hot dungeon sessions, Kenzie Hart plays her own games. Her bratty, you-can’t-break-me attitude masks terrible personal hurt—pain that only the exquisite touch of a skilled Dom can release. But when Porter suggests taking their connection to the outside world, Kenzie denies him . . . which only makes him want her more.

Kenzie can’t ignore the raw, fierce bond she has with Porter. But she can’t give in to his dangerous demands, either. Is the passion they share real, or is he using her to solidify his status at Club Sin? And yet, who else can she trust with the shattering secrets she holds within? As Porter expertly brings her to the point of no return, Kenzie surrenders her body—and, piece by piece, her heart.

Tamed is intended for mature audiences.


Tamed is sexy, sinful, and addictive. You won’t want to put this book down!”New York Times bestselling author Jen McLaughlin

“Captivating, sensual, and downright sexy, Tamed had me glued to my seat from beginning to end.”New York Times bestselling author Missy Johnson

“Stacey Kennedy blew me away with this BDSM tale that focused more on the building of the relationship than the actual act. Refreshing, honest and raw,Tamed is on my list of favorite novels this year.”—Ashley Suzanne, bestselling author of the Destined series and Raven

“If you enjoy BDSM romances and protective alpha heroes, then I highly recommend that you read Tamed and the entire Club Sin series!”The Romance Reviews

“A perfect addition to the Club Sin series . . . It surpassed my expectations! Bring on Master Sawyer!”—Tangled Up in Books
“I think this may have been my favorite Club Sin book to date, and I love all of these books like mad.”—The Book Cellar
“I really enjoyed Porter and Kenzie’s story. Both have been looking for something for so long. Neither truly knowing what it was that they needed. But together they have found what completes them. Great story!”—Books-n-Kisses
“The brat meets her match! . . . Sexy fun, taming the shrew, light suspense . . . this book gives you it all in a small package that leaves you satisfied.”—Delighted Reader

“Overall this was one of my favorites because it focused so much on Kenzie discovering herself not as a submissive but as a person who can finally let someone care for her.”—Seeing Night
“This is such a wonderful series that really looks into why people enter the lifestyle and what they can get out of it.”—Bitten by Romance
“Combining the eroticism of the BDSM world and the gentleness of a charming love story, Stacey has done it again. The fireworks between Porter and Kenzie shine bright. Porter is amazing as the gentle Dom, taking Kenzie by surprise.”—Dayreader Reviews


“What are you doing?”

Porter ignored her curt tone and her not addressing him as sir, pleased that gentle touches unnerved her. Certain things he’d punish. Other things he would not. Kenzie pushed to irritate him. He let it slide off his back. “Touching you,” he said softly.

She snorted. “Clearly.”

Her brisk response didn’t surprise him, as it showed her discomfort. Though it shocked him she hadn’t moved away. She had the power to step out of his hold, but she didn’t. Her submission all but poured out of her, and it piqued his interest.

Why so snappy with your mouth but so willing with your body?

Kenzie always had been a confusing little thing, and while this was an agreement between them, he did want to know all things about her. He would earn her submission by the end of their month together—that he was determined to achieve. To do so, he needed to understand her in every way—mind, body, and soul. He was also in no rush to do that. Force wouldn’t get him inside her head, patience would.

He slid his knuckles over her cheek, and she huffed. “You know, touching other parts of my body is a lot more fun.”

Remaining silent, he continued to introduce her to his touch. The sass couldn’t sway him. Her body told an entirely different story. That is what he’d learned about Kenzie during his time studying her, which he’d done purposely to learn more about her before they played—her body and what came out of her mouth weren’t connected. In fact, he’d come to discover she was the most disconnected submissive he’d ever set his sights on. He wanted to fix that.

He trailed his hand on her face, and she leaned in to him, not moving away, contradicting her words. Interesting and unexpected. Her reaction instantly told him intimacy was the path to getting to that submissive part of her. A breath of relief nearly escaped him, as a month of dealing with her bratty behavior didn’t interest him in the least. But a month of showing her the way to true submission elated him.

Kenzie wasn’t just a test subject, she was a beautiful woman and special.

His focus went to her pouty lips, and he anticipated her heated kisses. That mouth had been haunting him. It’d also been in his thoughts a few times when he’d jerked off in the privacy of his bedroom. He had wanted this moment with her, had craved the battle of wills. Yet he was well aware of the attitude that would follow.

He glided his hand into her hair, and she proved him right by growling, “I don’t know about you, but this is what I’d call boring. Are we going to scene now?”

“Quiet,” he murmured.

Her brows rose in surprise. Porter imagined she wasn’t used to Doms’ using gentle advances toward her. Perfect. From what he had observed watching her in Club Sin, he knew he had to keep surprising her. He wouldn’t allow her to treat him as she’d treated others. Nor would he allow her to not offer him complete submission.

Kenzie’s close relationship with Dmitri was the only thing keeping her in the dungeon. From what Dmitri had told Porter, most Doms refused to play with her anymore, and even Club Sin Masters Sawyer and Miles had difficulty with her. A disrespectful submissive wasn’t fun, especially when a Dom felt that the sub wasn’t giving herself over to his mastery.

Porter had noticed something in her that he wondered if others missed. Signs of submission were evident with her body’s actions, and that was why he had taken his time studying her. Something he doubted that no one before him did. He’d always intended to play with her, eventually. The agreement just forced his hand to learn as much as he could about her in a short time.

While she often showed those beautiful submissive signs during an intense scene, he was seeing them now. That would be his sole focus with her for the next month, bringing those reactions forward and building trust so that she felt safe enough to let go with him. But he also believed these tender touches were annoying her, tampering with her self-control.

He tangled his fingers in her curls, loving the silkiness sliding along his hand. She came up to only his breastbone, making him feel entirely masculine. His hand was quite large next to her face, and he liked how tiny she was—the femininity she portrayed.

Her glare intensified as he slowly brushed his fingers over her lips. He ignored that response and continued brushing over her mouth. She snorted. “This is your plan, then—looking at me and touching my mouth?”

He didn’t reply.

Porter knew why she was getting snappier—Kenzie wasn’t in control. It became glaringly obvious she didn’t like it. Nor was she used to a Dom not giving her what she wanted. And what she’d become quite good at obtaining.

Tonight things would be on his terms, under his rules.

Soon she would discover that, and accept it.

Club Sin had certain rules and hard limits that were nonnegotiable: No fire play. No catheters or enemas. No breath play. No urination or defecation. No knives, needles, piercing, cutting, or blood. Porter had received Kenzie’s hard and soft limits from her Club Sin agreement. She had no soft limits, or play that would warrant caution, and that didn’t surprise him—she was a brave little thing and quite daring. Her hard limits of play were only that she received pleasure before pain and that she didn’t want aftercare with her Dom. But she did allow her Dom to sit near her while she rested alone on the couch.

Porter didn’t even pretend to understand the latter. Who didn’t want to be held? Though it only stirred curiosity about why she would make such a request. He had more questions than answers at the moment, but by the end of their time together tonight, he hoped to gain more clarity into her. And by the end of their month together, he would gain her full submission—of that he was sure.

Another minute passed before she huffed and folded her arms. “Great. The next month is going to be exciting if this is all you do.”

He chuckled.

She glared . . . again.

A few more minutes passed, and once her facial expression finally softened, he closed his fist in her hair and tugged her forward, not with the force she was used to, but intimately pressing her body against his. Holding her as passionately as he could, he dropped his mouth to hers. Her lips instantly parted, yet he lifted his mouth off hers and kissed her neck, feeling her tense beneath him. He tasted the salty sweat off her flesh and inhaled her fiery cinnamon scent. His cock twitched, ready to take her.

Once she relaxed in his hold, he returned his lips to hers. Her mouth beneath his was softer this time, but not indulgent enough for his liking. He ground his hard cock against her stomach and felt her rough breath across his face. Angling her head, he kissed his way to the other side of her neck, sometimes nibbling there, other times licking.

She moaned, and he heard her plea, so he brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her, not with the force of a Dom, but with the intimacy of a lover. Something he thought Kenzie needed to experience, since all she’d done was push everyone away from her. Her body became willing and she gave a moan filled with yearning. Now she followed his movements, not in a demanding way, but accepting. He grunted at how amazing she tasted, and he licked the outer part of her lip. She opened further for him, inviting him inside. Her tongue swirled with his, and his stomach clenched against the surge of desire.

Her kiss was perfection. Her mouth divine. Her taste delectable.

Holding her face in his hands, he sensed Kenzie completely relax in his arms. The submissive kissing him was not the typical Kenzie, and he wondered why a submissive who gave herself so completely in her kiss refused to do that at any other time. In fact, he’d wager that he’d never met this other side of her, the woman he now held. Not once had he ever seen her kiss anyone in this way—so passionate, so packed with emotion.

Surprised by her, he broke the kiss, wanting something he hadn’t expected—to demand more kisses from her. Her beauty was amplified after his kiss. She was a fireball of passion that seemed all too perfect under his hold. Her eyes fluttered open and softness rested in their depths, almost as if she was allowing him right into her soul. The intensity of it sucked the air from his lungs. The pull to her that soared through him was most unexpected.

She leaned in to his hand for a split second before she jerked away and snapped, “That is not how Doms kiss at Club Sin, with all that”—she glared at him—“you know what you did.”

Porter leaned down into her face, now wondering if accepting her as a submissive was the best decision he’d ever made. There was something between them—something real and raw. Intense chemistry that he didn’t recognize at first, not until his mouth touched hers. Not until he felt the real Kenzie, the woman beneath the tough armor. The soft submissive who’d handed him her soul in a single kiss. The perfection that wrapped him in a spell, making his muscles tighten and his eyes clear to the beauty before him.

She scowled. “Why did you kiss me like that?”

Locked in her heated stare, he was consumed by the woman who kissed him as if she’d dropped all barriers she’d put in place. Something shifted inside him, as he looked to her not as a casual submissive that he was hunting, but as a conquest his heart needed to explore.

He slid his finger over her perfect, pouty lips and grinned. “Because I wanted to.”