Chapter 159

Damien slowly came into view and my eyes focused on what he had in his hand. My uncle had magazines he'd leave around the house. I knew what this was because I'd nosily gone through those. It was a flogger. On Earth it would have been multiple strips of leather firmly bound to a handle. Whatever this was it appeared to be made that way.

"You will learn not to bite," Damien said levelly. "That was very bad. I do not like it when you bite me."

My brain whirred to find some way out of this. "Your Brother does," I said casting anxious eyes on Bane.

"I am not my Brother," Damien answered cooly. "Now relax. You may even find you enjoy this."

"I know I'll enjoy it," Bane growled from beside me.

The feral glint in Bane's eyes told me how much he was looking forward to what they had internally decided on.

It made sense suddenly. The men weren't punishing me because they had to, they were doing it because they wanted to. I wondered who had gotten their ear a