Chapter Fourteen
Startled by the sound of a melody somewhere in the outside world, Erin woke listening to the airy voices of chickadees singing. She was alone in bed, though Fritz had spent the night beside her—she could detect his scent on the sheets.
Suddenly invaded by her memories of the preceding night she bolted from bed to see her body in the mirror. The lines were there, deep ones that came from the whip he’d used on her back, her ass and thighs. Running her fingers along the marks she shivered, returning to the hour of this last Longmore revenge. She’d succumbed so beautifully to the darkness, letting it invade every pore of skin so it drove its way deep into her s****l center.
She’d met the darkness gleefully, walked inside, blind to anything but pure feeling. Intense and sev
