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I straighten up. I just need to keep my cool until security arrives. Won’t be long, surely. “We need to talk about what happened with Hazel.”
Oliver’s smile twists into a grimace. “She wouldn’t obey me. I’m the master, not her. Brat.”
“You know the rules. No one can be down here if they had more than one drink.” I glance at the flogger. “Besides, I know that Hazel has everything other than hand and paddle as hard limits.”
He rolls his eyes. “I can show you what happened.” Oliver goes to one of the other doors, not the room assigned to him, and opens it. He waves me closer. “Come on.”
I swallow. The last time I was in one of these rooms, I was just as terrified.
Except I was with Edwin, and I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I was in a place of want, not true fear. Oliver Worthington, though, is a loose cannon.
Security will be here soon.
I take a few steps forward.
“Look.” He gestures into the room.
I peek inside but see nothing out of the ordinary. Well, not for this kind of room.
In this case, the examination room, for fantasies of any sort of doctor roleplay you can imagine. Some scrubs hanging on the wall and restraints dangle from the table in the middle.
“I just needed to perform her check-up,” Oliver says. His breath on my neck is so potent the odor curls into my nose. Whisky. Cheap. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Sonia…”
His hand lands against my ass, sliding down the curve.
I gasp and try to draw away, but he corners me up against the door frame. I struggle as he presses his crotch to mine. “Oliver, let me–”
“I just want what I’m entitled to, Sonia.” He looks so innocent for someone in the middle of an assault. “If not Hazel, you’ll do just fine.”
His mouth descends to mine, and I jerk my head away, a narrow miss as his lips land against my cheek instead.
This is so wrong. Not what BDSM is for. Not what The Underground is for.
And certainly not whatI’mfor. “Oliver, stop it!”
As his mouth is descending over mine again, Oliver isripped from over me and is no longer there, cold air bathing my face, and I stumble away and try to catch my breath.
Security’s timing couldn’t have been better. “Thank god you’re here.”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Worthington?!”
I look up in shock when the voice talking is not from one of Lourdes’ security team.
Edwin.
He has Oliver pinned up against the wall by his shoulders. His strength is uncompromising and the look in his eye is downright murderous.
“Edwin, you’re hurting me!” The other man struggles.
“That’s the least you deserve.” Edwin shoves Oliver hard against the wall again. “Do you not know the meaning ofstop?”
“I can’t breathe–” Oliver is panting. The flogger falls from his hand to the ground.
Thank god, Lourdes and one of her team members arrive.
Lourdes yanks Edwin off of Oliver. She’s probably the only person in the world capable of doing that and making it look effortless. “Jesus, Edwin, you want a lawsuit?”
“He was about to hurt Sonia.” He glares at Oliver. If looks could kill, the man would be lying on the floor in a pile of dust already.
