In his studio, Dmitri turned on the light, shut and bolted the door, and then ripped the little dress from Alexandra’s slim body. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. Xxx Fierce crimson stripes stood out against the dull red of her burning flesh and she hung limply by the wrists, utterly broken. THE VIRGIN
Once again, Dmitri was chained to his chair in the interview room, behind bars, to answer Katya’s questions. With exquisite slowness, he traced the nettles up and down her quivering body in ever longer strokes, stinging her thighs and the small of her back. “Yes” she breathed. In the hidden alcove behind the two-way mirror Dana’s knuckles were white and her brow furrowed; she groaned in frustration. Through eyes brimming with tears she watched Dmitri go to the kitchen to pour himself a drink, drink a silent toast to her – of course,
