Chapter Eighteen
Rian
Luna wanted to forget me. The truth stung—and pissed me off. While I hadn’t planned on allowing my heavy hand to leave more than a flush on her skin, the truth of what she thought of me changed my mind.
She wanted pain, she would have it.
My anger suggested I jerk one of the canes off the walls, but knowing Beefy stood behind me and could easily toss me out on my a*s exactly as Liam had claimed, I decided on something I knew would give her exactly what she wanted. From my bag, I retrieved the flogger we’d bought together, the one I’d set her free with weeks ago. At that moment, I hated myself for wanting to give her what she requested rather than deny her as she’d done with me—the chance to explain.
Luna hung ready, her head lowered, no tension riding her shoulde
