Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 348

Clara hung her head, her whole body screaming in pain. When the whip cracked against her chest again, she felt like she might just spit blood.

"Eden, do you really think this is fun?"

Eden tightened her grip on the whip, eyes blazing with anger. "Of course it's fun! You brought this on yourself, Clara. First my brother, and now you're after the one I love? Today, I'm going to ruin that pretty face of yours and see how you plan on seducing anyone then."

She stepped forward, snatching a knife, ready to scar Clara's face.

But Clara interrupted, "Isn't it Dylan's heart you want? I can help with that. I've got a boyfriend, and Mr. Dylan knows it. Like you said, I'm only around him for business. Once he sees who I really am, he'll want nothing to do with me."

Her eyes were cold, lashes lowered. "To me, he's not as important as my company. You've lashed me thirty times already. If you keep going, you'll push him too far. Dylan's a gentleman-he won't want his people turning out like this. Are you ready for his full wrath? I've seen him take care of Lincoln."

Eden's face turned pale.

Clara raised an eyebrow. So Eden knew Dylan had dealt with Lincoln.

Wasn't she scared? Or was her love for Dylan so strong she didn't care what he was capable of?

"Lincoln crossed the line, and Dylan dealt with him. You've made him mad more than once. Do you think he'll forgive you again? I remember him saying if you messed up again, you'd never see him."

For Eden, the thought of never seeing Dylan again was worse than death.

back, fingers

free herself. Her hands were tied above her, but from the first lash, she had been using

was briefly shocked by Clara's words, but soon snapped back. "I don't care. I'm going to ruin your face this

with

moment, Clara broke free and kicked

gasped, dropping

strength to drive it through Eden's hand,

Clara stuffed a rope into her

didn't dare move her impaled hand,

everything, Clara almost

body ached, sweat

pause, she struggled toward

the front door; no one thought Clara

Clara opened the window, her fingers

out, stumbling

fell, her hand throbbing, unable to speak with the rope

the guards found her, blood

"Ms. Eden!"

the knife, a

she glared in the direction Clara had fled, eyes

"Clara! Clara!!"