Summer trailed her fingers over the scars on his back. “See those scars? Those are my marks. I have superb skills with a whip. Don’t I, Gage? He’s weak, Isis. Gage started this game, and I finished it. He had to bring his sick fetishes into our bed. It sickened me. How he begged me to submit and play his sick games. Until I realized something. He didn’t have to have to be dominant. He would do anything to keep me as his wife. I saw his weakness. Family. I could be the one to take control by threatening the one thing he cherishes most.”

Summer stood manically, running her...