I tested the whip in my hand then circled Isabella, coming behind her and staring at the bare skin of her back. Fury suddenly overtook me, remembering all the rage I worked so hard to repress. Violence was my craving, and I didn’t want to stop until I got it. Rome was no longer on my mind as the beast came forward. “Up.” I spoke with more authority than I’d had in the last nine months. It felt right. It felt real.
Isabella rose to a stand, her eyes still on the floor.
Jackson leaned against the wall and smiled.
I pulled my arm back then unleashed a powerful force, smacking her hard right along the back. I hit the skin and turned it blood-red, doing enough damage to the skin that it would last until morning.
And I slipped away.
Isabella cried out then moaned an instant later, feeling the pain and enjoying it at the same time.
I finally felt like myself. I finally felt like Calloway Owens—the Dom.
I truly felt alive.
So I whipped her again.