Summer trailed her fingers over the scars on his back. “See those scars? Those are my marks. I have superb skills with a whip. Don’t I, Gage? He’s weak, Isis. Gage started this game, and I finished it. He had to bring his sick fetishes into our bed. It sickened me. How he begged me to submit and play his sick games. Until I realized something. He didn’t have to have to be dominant. He would do anything to keep me as his wife. I saw his weakness. Family. I could be the one to take control by threatening the one thing he cherishes most.”
Summer stood manically, running her hands together, watching him bow to her again so easily.
Isis kneeled next to him, running her hands over his back and pulling down his shirt to save him some humility. “You beat him? Did you abuse your husband? You did
