Some secrets can destroy you.Wulf's carefully constructed cover identity as The Dom of The Devilhouse starts to unravel and he knows he's falling for college student Rae, so he begins arrangements to move out of the country. Before he can move his household, Rae must go home to face her family, so Wulf goes with her to protect her from the cousin who would expose her employment at the Devilhouse just to watch her burn.Rae and Wulf go out of The Devilhouse, and Into the Fire.EXCERPT: The tall door to Play Room Three looked like it was off of a Spanish bordello, all honey wood and Moorish rococo adornments. Rae peeked around the cracked-open door.Play Room Three looked like a jungle, except the hanging vines were ropes, and the air smelled like jute and salty iron instead of rotting leaves. The air conditioner hissed a cold breeze. No music played in this room of silently swinging rope ends.Some of the ropes were skinny, snaky tendrils that curled from the ceiling. Others were thick, coarse cables that looked like severed elephant trunks. Chains hung from the ceiling, too. Evil silver links glittered in the bright lights. Black rings looked like cruel cast iron. Occasionally, one clinked.Most of the hanging bonds ended in some kind of link: a loop, a shining metal hook, or shackles.Wulf sat in the middle of the room in a huge wooden chair, a throne, a battle throne like Henry the Fifth might have taken to France on one of his campaigns, wearing black pants but stripped bare to his lean waist. The black tattoo crept over his pale shoulder. The overhead lights cast shadows under the defined bands of his chest and abdominal muscles. His blond head was bowed as he stared at the green rope coiled in his fists, and he didn't even look up at her.Rae almost backed out of the room, but she screwed what remained of her courage to the sticking place and stepped inside. The air conditioner blew cold on her bare shoulders. She closed the door behind her. "Sir?"Wulf raised his head. The cold expression in his blue eyes looked like he could slash her throat without blinking, and then it was gone and he was as implacable as wind-smoothed desert sand dunes.Maybe, instead of firing her, he was going to make her beg to quit.Her heart clenched, but she didn't turn and run.Wulf let a length of the green rope fall from his hands. He looped one end of the rope into a noose and tied hangman's knots up the length of it. "Come here."His voice sounded normal.Rae walked across the dungeon to him, brushing aside ropes that snagged on her shoulders and hair."Take off your shoes and the skirt," he said."And the corset?" If she was going to be mostly naked, she would like to breathe."No," he said. "I'll take that off you." He spun the rope with each turn, coiling it at his feet.Rae didn't move to take off her clothes, yet. "Why are we here, Sir?""Training," he said. "Regular Domme training session. Today you will gain experience with kinbaku-bi, a Japanese term that means 'the beauty of tight binding.' One uses a slim rope for it." He gestured toward the rope on the tile floor, which was indeed a thinner, more supple rope than Rae had used for roping steers. "It utilizes simple knots but complex patterns. Now take those clothes off."His British accent clipped his words, stronger than ever, but she could hear the Germanic inflections, too.She was not going to leave him.Rae unzipped the boots down the backs of her calves and used her toes to pry them off. Even after only a short walk through the office hallways of The Devilhouse, the boots' seams had pressed red creases into her feet. She shucked her skirt but delayed taking her off her panties until Wulf's pale eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch.She dropped her panties.