*Crack.*

The braided leather whip tore through the fabric of Sienna Sterling’s blouse, biting into the flesh of her back with the ferocity of a wild animal. The sheer force of the blow sent a shockwave of white-hot agony radiating down her spine, stealing the breath from her lungs.

Her jaw clenche

The heavy iron door of the cell groaned open, spilling harsh, blinding yellow light into the pitch-black room.

Sienna instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes, her back screaming in protest at the sudden movement. Two massive silhouettes stood in the doorway, their tactical gear imposing in

Sienna’s mind raced, the gears turning with desperate, frantic speed. The air in Ronan Thorne’s office had grown suffocatingly thin. His grip on her shoulder was a vice of iron and heat, bruising her skin through the thin fabric of her borrowed clothes. His eyes—usually twin chips of impenetrable ic