Chapter 1
Starts with Rhea crashing Damian’s secret club party—wearing a collar for a dare.
He doesn’t like fakes
But he loves breaking them.
Tamed by Fire
Chapter 1: The Dare
The bass was heavy. The air reeked of lust and leather.
Rhea Knox walked in like she owned the place—
black heels, red lips, short dress, and a collar she didn't deserve.
It was a dare.
"Go to VOSS and wear a submissive's collar for ten minutes," her friend had whispered, giggling.
But Rhea?
She didn’t bluff.
She didn't bend.
So she wore it.
Walked through the velvet-draped entrance of the infamous underground club “VOSS,”
and owned every pair of eyes on her.
Except his.
Damian Voss sat on a high-backed chair, shadowed in candlelight,
watching her like a predator does prey it knows will eventually crawl.
He didn't smile.
Didn't blink.
Just sipped his drink—
while the room parted around him like he breathed danger.
When Rhea caught his eye, she winked.
Mistake.
He stood.
Six-foot-something, dressed in black, jaw like a blade, hands in his pockets like he didn’t need them to ruin you.
He walked straight to her.
> "Wearing a submissive’s collar in my house is a declaration," he said, voice smooth and sharp.
"And you’re either very brave, or very stupid."
Rhea smirked.
> “Or maybe I just like watching men flinch when they try to tame me.”
He didn’t flinch.
He stepped closer—crowding her.
One hand wrapped lightly around the ring of her fake collar.
> “You wore this as a joke.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re not laughing now.”
Then he tugged the ring.
Hard.
Not enough to choke.
Just enough to pull her forward, chest against his.
> “I don’t play with girls who pretend, Rhea.
But if you want to act like you're mine—I'll show you exactly what that means.”
Her throat dried. Her thighs didn’t.
> “You think I’ll drop to my knees for you?” she spat.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
> “No. You’ll beg to. And when you do—I won’t let you up.”
She gasped.
The room watched.
And Damian Voss smiled for the first time—like he just found his new toy.
