CHAPTER 47
MARCUS
The leather of the belt was cold against my palm. With my gaze locked on hers, I folded the belt in my hand, the metal buckle glinting under the dim light. Elena's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat at the thought of probably what was about to happen.
But she didn't look scared. Instead, she looked… hungry.
"What are you—" she started, her mouth hanging open.
"Shut up."
I brought the belt down across her thigh, the sound of leather hitting skin ringing through the room.
She gasped, her back arching off the bed as a red mark bloomed across her skin, stark against her pale flesh. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"Count," I commanded, raising the belt again.
"One."
I brought the belt down on her skin again, hitting harder than earlier the c
