TESSA.
The way he said he’d make sure no other man’s touch stayed on my skin made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just the words. It was the way his voice dropped low and steady, like he’d already decided my body belonged to him.
“You don’t own me, Jaxson. I’ll do whatever the f**k I want,” I shot back, even though the cuffs biting into my wrists said otherwise.
His mouth curled slowly and dangerously. That smirk that always made me hate him and crave him in the same breath.
“Not after I’m done with you.”
Before I could snap back, the sharp crack of leather split the air. The whip stung across my thigh, hard enough to remind me he was holding the reins. A hiss slid through my teeth. The tip traced down my skin, slow, teasing, and dragging a fire that I refused to give voice to.
My lips p
