ELENA POV:
I was naked, suspended in the air, my arms bound to posts fixed high on the ceiling, my legs spread wide and tied to separate supports. Panic coursed through me, battling with the haze of confusion and heat clouding my mind.
"Mine," Kane's voice rumbled from in front of me, a possessive edge lacing the single word.
"Ours," another voice chimed in from behind, eerily similar to Kane's but tinged with danger. Dean. His tone sent a shiver of both fear and something darker through me.
Kane held a leather whip in his hand, trailing it lightly along my skin. It grazed my jaw, down my neck, then to my breasts. When the whip tapped one of my nipples, a sharp cry escaped my lips. Pain and pleasure collided in a way that left me gasping. I hated how my body reacted, but I couldn't deny the heat pooling low in my stomach.