Chapter 89 The Game

• Luna POV
• “Six,” he says, voice low but deadly, “that’s how many you’re getting. And after that, no orgasms. Not until you beg—until you prove how fucking sorry you are for both of those little stunts.”
• Before I can brace myself, the whip cracks again, harder this time, and I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. It’s unbearable, the pressure, the pleasure—it’s all building so fast. “Can you feel their eyes on you?” Dante taunts, his laugh dark, delicious, maddening.