“I told you I was going to make you beg for it.” Emily sucked in a sharp breath. “Whip . . .” “Beg, Prim.” My blood was white-hot. My fist gripped the back of her shirt. “I—” Her eyes fluttered closed. “Please . . .” Sick satisfaction washed over me with a wolf’s grin as my stomach clenched. “That’s my girl.”
