”“Bruk!” He said the name like a curse. His brother must have killed his wife. Raped her and killed her.“He's not here. But the dragon is. If ...ou want to take out your rage, then do it on our enemy.” I pointed at the dragon. “Dominari is trying to kill us. She's gone mad, too. We have to stop her. Angela needs us. You promised to help her.”He let out a snorting growl.“So if you want to be mad. If you want to rage, then take it out on the damned dragon. Vent all your anger on her. Rip her to. They were behind her exposed back now; she could faintly hear the swish of the whip as the men spoke again. The sound changed suddenly and Becca knew it was on its way to her back. She tried not to tense her body."I'll take great pleasure in showing the young lady the error of her ways and she should reflect on her faults as the whip stripes her back." Greg responded. Raising the leather instrument above his broad shoulder, he slashed it down making the wicked leather strip cut into the smooth. “Come on in Scarlette, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” Dean said.“I just wanted to see if you two had dinner plans, Ethan and I are going to head into the city later on and we thought we would invite you,” Scarlette said as she moved into the foyer and stood with her head bowed like she always did in Dean’s presence. Scarlette and her husband Ethan enjoyed the same lifestyle as they did, and they played a lot of scenes together. Ethan happened to be Tiffani’s second favorite fuck, his cock. As I drifted off to sleep, I began to dream.I was in a hallway. My first thought was that my bare feet should have been cold, I was standing on a white tiled floor. Instead my feet felt warm and wet. I looked up to discover the entire hallway was the most sterile white I have ever seen. I had to shield my eyes with my hand at first; I felt snow blind as my eyes tried to adjust to my new surroundings. Massive Greek columns ran along both sides of the corridor, about two feet from the wall. .