CHAPTER ELEVEN
No Boundaries
“On your knees, wife!”
She’d learned to expect his cold demands and so she instinctively dropped to her knees.
They’d just returned to their Paris hotel suite, with all its gilt and filigree, inlaid woods, monstrous furniture and polished elegance—the symbols of opulence that made Lizzy nervous and strangely giddy.
“Remove your clothes,” he ripped off his next order. He’d torn off his tie and tossed it to the floor, then loosened his shirt while slumping into a chair, where he picked up a bottle of wine and the buggy whip that had been lying there. Earlier that day, he’d chased his new wife through their suite of rooms, with her fanny taking one heartless blow after another until her flesh was scorched with streaks of red and she begged for mercy. She fina
