"Yes, again! Asher! Please break me! Use me for your satisfaction!" Elsie's wanton moan carried over the hall as Grace flogged her over and over, clearly enjoying the power play.
It was safe to say that everyone in the ballroom was shocked. Zara Storm especially, seeing the way the phone slipped from her hand.
She had arrived late to the party with her husband Caspian just a few minutes ago and had been lucky enough—in her opinion—to catch Alaric dancing with that girl.
As soon as Alaric was done dancing and was about to return to his seat, she swiftly grabbed his arm and led him to the corner where they had a quiet conversation.
"What the fuck is going on here?! You're supposed to be with Elsie, not that purple-head girl!" she whisper-yelled.
But Alaric's face twisted. "Oh, suddenly you're interested in what's going on in my life?"
"What?" Zara didn't like that sneer on his face.
