Chapter 29

• Dahlia stepped closer to him, and he commanded her to turn around. She found herself in the same vulnerable position as that first night in the cell. A shiver coursed through her as his hand glided across her back, caressing her softly. He was well aware of how much she had relished that night, and she had truly enjoyed every moment.
• As she sank down to her knees, he lifted her hands above her head, cuffing them together to the ceiling. There was no blindfold this time; she was fully aware of her surroundings—able to see everything, hear every sound, and even sense the stirring of her own curiosity. He grabbed a whip that hung with other forbidden implements on the wall and returned to her side.
• With a mere glance, Dahlia recognized that it wasn't a leather whip but rather a rubber one, which would undoubtedly inflict more pain. He was intent on punishing her.