Free Savage Destiny by Madelaine Montague, Mandy Monroe Page B

fantasy as a balding, paunchy man possibly could, she couldn’t quite convince herself that this had to be part of it.  
    He was just a really good actor.   The ferocious glare and the glittering eyes filled with malice were all for show.
    His hand felt like a vice when he grabbed her arm.   The power of his grip startled her almost as much as the fact that he managed to lever her fat ass off the floor with relatively little effort.   She landed on the bed face down, her ass in the air as she struggled to get her feet under her and enough leverage to straighten up.   She heard the crack of the whip about two seconds before it made impact with her ass.  
    The damned skirt might just as well have been non-existent.   Fire snaked across her ass and the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.   She reared back and screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs as the pain connected in her mind.   She hadn’t managed to drag in a breath when the whip cut across her ass again.   The second scream was accompanied by the only words that entered her beleaguered mind—every foul word she’d ever heard in her life.   “Fuck!   God damn it!   You son-of-a-bitch ….”
    The whip cracked across her upper thighs.   She screamed again, searching her mind frantically for the control word as it popped into her mind that that might be the only way to stop the lunatic making mincemeat out of her ass.     “Stop!   I swear to god when I get lose, I’m going to shove that god damned whip so far up your ass you’re going to be fucking gargling on it!” she snarled.   “Stop!   Control! Catatonic!   Cease!”   It was a C word!   She knew it was!   “Contact!”
    He hit her again.   “You’ll learn to watch your tongue!” he growled.
    Nevaeh began doing knee bends trying to avoid the lash of the leather strap.   “Control!   Damn it!   I’m not fucking enjoying this!   I’ll sue!   I’ll have you fired, you bastard!”
    The door slammed open, hitting the wall so hard it sounded like thunder in the room.
    “Thank god!” Nevaeh wailed tearfully, jerking her head toward the sound of rescue.   The thing that met her gaze threw her into a complete state of shock, however.   She blinked, certain her eyes were just too blurry with tears to make out recognizable features, but the man-like thing looked even less man-like when her vision cleared.   The maniac trying to strip the hide off her ass seemed a little perturbed, too.
    He screamed as the man-beast bounded from the door and to him in one lunge.   Nevaeh felt her eyes bulging as she twisted her head sharply to see if the ‘thing’ was as dangerous as it looked.   She managed to catch sight of the two as the beast grabbed the man, lifted him clean off his feet and pitched him toward the door that was now hanging by one hinge.   Shock paralyzed her as she watched her tormentor fly out the door, smash into the wall on the other side of the hall and then hit the floor.   The beast man bounded after him.  
    “Fantasy!” Nevaeh managed to get out in a hoarse whisper, her mind grappling with the fantasy she’d paid for—which bore no fucking resemblance to what had happened and was happening that she could recall—trying to assimilate how the hell they’d managed to make it look like the beast man had picked up a man that looked like he easily weighed two hundred fifty plus pounds and thrown him across the room, and the realism of the make-up the beast man was wearing.  
    They must have gotten her fantasy mixed up with someone else’s, she thought abruptly!   That was it!   “This isn’t what I paid for!” she gasped, listening fearfully to the sounds of juicy, meaty thuds from beyond the room.   “I’m in the wrong room or you guys got the wrong room!”
    The beast leapt into the open doorway again and Nevaeh nearly swallowed her tongue.   He had blood all over him.
    She squeezed her eyes shut.   Not real!   Damn they were good