Chapter 3 Chapter 3 – Honeymoon in Hell

Alessandro stood there in the blood-red glow of the emergency lights, the riding crop extended toward her like a scepter forged from the devil’s own leather. His shirt was still open at the throat, the faint sheen of sweat from their earlier frenzy catching the crimson pulse of the alarms. Elena’s body still hummed with the aftershocks—every muscle loose and trembling, her thighs slick with him, the diamond collar a cold, constant pressure against her racing pulse. She stared at the offered handle, the braided tail still warm from where it had kissed her skin minutes ago, and felt something dark and electric coil low in her belly. She reached out slowly, fingers closing around the grip. The leather was