Maisie
"Neither—" I gasped when his nails dug into my flesh.
"Wrong answer." Quinlan's voice was hard and almost scathing. And he dropped me.
I sucked in a hard breath as my knees and hands hit the floor. My eyes widened in horror when I heard the rip of fabric, and my shirt fell to shambles around me, my back bare.
Cold air rushed to caress my breasts. My nipples tightened painfully against my bra.
A second later, I heard the curl of leather, and pure terror flooded my veins like ice.
He was going to whip me.
I staggered to my feet, panting, bolting for the entrance like my life depended on it. But I slammed hard into the floor when a hand circled my ankle and tripped me.
