Chapter 33 Whipped

• Scarlet POV
• "Please, Alex, don't do this," I begged as I looked at the leather straps that were connected to the bedposts. My voice was shaking. The thought of being tied down hurt my wrists, but what scared me more was the fire in Alex's eyes—a wild, unquenchable storm I had never seen before. I couldn't find the Alex I knew—the one who held me so carefully.
• It wasn't an answer. It was worse for me to hear him than to hear him shout. As he grabbed my wrists, his hold was strong but not painful. My heart was racing. I got a chill when the cold cuffs hit my wrists and held me in place. The click was like a hammer hitting a rock, and it made my breath catch.