Her entire body was on fire. Flames licked over her sides, her belly, her ass, her back and her thighs. She shook with the effort to keep her legs open, but knew he would bark at her to keep them open if she dared to move. Roman was dominant on a good day. Tonight tonight, after recapturing his prey, after a yearlong hunt, he was downright sadistic.
He approached her, brushing the tail of the whip over his long, blunt fingers as though contemplating whether or not he was actually done hitting her. Tears trickled from her eyes at the thought. She didn't know if she could take any more. The pain was intense, unbearable, insane. It was also breathtaking and maybe a little wonderful. But she couldn't handle more. Not like this. Not with the boiling anger and hatred barely leashed under the surface of Roman's control.