Teaser

Here's a little sneak peek on something I've been working on a while. When I started writing it, it was supposed to be a simple love story and a little PG-rated. But then that all went out the window. It evolved into a crazy, dirty, dark, and unlike anything I've ever written before.

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He tied me up. I was face down on a wooden platform. Ropes bit into my wrists and ankles. My head hung down, rough rope between my lips.

“You’re so small. So tiny,” he said, running a hand up my leg. “It will be a joy breaking you in.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. A single tear slid past my lashes and fell down. My body shook, great quivers of fear I couldn’t control. I heard him moving behind me. Heard the whip being uncoiled. Music from downstairs thumped softly, fading as my heart pounded in my ears.

When the whip came down on my back, my eyes burst open and I let out a scream behind the rope. Fire roared through me and pain radiated across my spine. My bound hands clenched into fists, rope cut into my skin, and my body stiffened.

I had no time to recover. He hit me again, harder this time. The leather whip hissed across my bare skin. Drops of blood from my arm dripped faster.

I jerked my head up and let out a long scream, my wrists pulling at the ropes painfully.

“Shut up,” he hissed, breathing hard behind me.

He hit me again. I arched my back and let out a cry. This wasn’t erotic. This wasn’t pleasure. This was evil.

As he pulled back his arm again, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think about how I got here.

Tied up and spread eagle.

Beneath a man like him.

In the world of the elite.

In their house of wicked secrets.

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