*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

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 i

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 impe