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 trembling around

the moment, working harder to free herself. Her hands were tied above her, but from the first lash, she had been using a nail to work at

back. "I don't care. I'm going to ruin your face this time. You'll regret this forever. I'll deal with Dylan's

with

crucial moment, Clara broke free

gasped, dropping the

to drive it through Eden's hand, pinning her to the

Clara stuffed

didn't dare move her impaled hand, stuck to

Clara almost passed

ached, sweat

a pause, she struggled toward

at the front door; no one thought Clara would

and shaky, Clara opened the window,

to climb out, stumbling away, leaving Eden

fell, her hand throbbing, unable to speak

guards found her, blood was pooling on the

"Ms. Eden!"

to remove the knife, a painful process for

glared in the

"Clara! Clara!!"