58. REVENGE

STORM’S P.O.V.

“Sir, your arm.”

I scoffed, turning away from Amar.

Damon was naked, body covered in long lashes, blood seeping from the gashes created by my whip.

I didn't care that my arm burned and surely bled, soaking the bandages. I didn’t mind that my burned skin was opening new woun...

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