I saw it in their eyes—after my words, dark heat flamed up inside them. Fury, humiliation, something like hurt pride. All three of them moved as one.
Ryder stripped his belt off and tossed it to Ronan. Ronan caught it with the same cold calm he used for everything dangerous.
Ryder stalked across the room and yanked me from the bed. He twisted me around so my back faced Ronan, my ass exposed to the belt and his intent.
“Beat her up,” he said.
My mouth opened—who did they think they will beat?—but the first lash cut across my skin before I could say it out. Pain flared down my ass, my body convulsed, my legs shook.
The belt found me again and again, a cruel rhythm that hammered shame into my bones. I tried to wrench free, but his hands were iron. They struck, then shoved me back onto th
