Chapter Eight
In the mornings he flogged her; at noon they f****d; at night he turned cruel and was filled with evil aims. Perhaps she enjoyed him most in the darker hours of the night when she was caught up in a dreamy consciousness, and too preoccupied with pleasure to worry about fear and the pain he’d wreak across the canvas of her flesh. But just when she felt the rhythm of a new routine set in, the young master changed his mind, his plans; his mood shifted and she came to fear another sudden alteration in her routine.
One morning, after already leaving to meet Bo at the winery, Luke returned to the house to find Alexa scrubbing toilets in the upstairs wing, naked from head to toe.
He scowled, annoyed. “Your clothes, where are your clothes? Didn’t I lay them out for you?”
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