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“Help!” she gasped as the thorny switch hit her again, ripping into the skin of her delicate inner thighs. “That hurts! Help me!”
“It’ssupposedto hurt, you little bitch!” the asshole Dom snarled and when Addison caught a glimpse of his face, she saw that his eyes were narrowed in fury and a hungry, angry grin was stretched from ear to ear. This guy hated women, she realized—which was probably why he came here. He just wanted an excuse to beat them—to beather.
“Stop it! Lavender!Lavender!”she gasped, reverting to her safe word, though it hadn’t stopped him last time. But she was hoping that some of the people who were playing around them might realize she was shouting a safe word and he was ignoring her. Otherwise they might just think that what he was doing was part of a pre-arranged scene.
The thorn switch fell again and again as she shouted herself hoarse but still no one came to help her.
“Shut up, you fat little bitch!” the asshole snarled, his fingers digging into her neck so hard she was sure they were going to leave bruises. “Shut up and fucking take it! You know you want it! You know youdeserveit! You?—”
His voice cut off abruptly and the hand holding her down was yanked away.
“You fucking scum!” a low, angry voice growled. “How dare you hit her like that? How dare you hurt her—I shouldkillyou!”
Trembling, Addison pushed off the bench and turned around. There, holding the asshole Dom by the throat, was Commander Courick and he was clearly enraged. In fact, she had never seen the big Kindred look so angry in her life.
His eyes were no longer golden—they were red—bloodred and they were almost glowing with anger. He was holding the other man up in the air with one hand, his long fingers locked around the asshole Dom’s throat. The asshole’s booted feet were kicking two feet off the ground and he was scrabbling at the Kindred’s hand but to no avail.
“I’ll fuckingkill you!”Courick growled and his voice had gone so deep and animalistic, Addison could almost feel it vibrating her bones. “Howdareyou hurt a female—especially such a small, defenseless one? You’re broken—twisted! Ridding the Earth of scum like you would be doing everyone on the planet a favor!”
“She…she wanted it!” the asshole Dom choked out. “Let me down! I only…only gave her what she wanted!”
“That’s a lie!” Addison glared up at him. There were tears on her cheeks and her bottom stung painfully, but she was in complete control of herself. “You’re a lying bastard! I didn’t want you to use a fucking rose bush switch on me!” She pressed her hand to her bottom and it came away smeared with red. “I’mbleeding,you asshole!”
“What? Youdrewherblood?”The fury in the big Kindred’s face grew even darker. Addison had never seen him look so angry—not even when she’d done everything she could think of to provoke him at work.
She wondered uneasily if he was going into the state she’d heard of called “Rage.” It was a kind of berserker fury that Kindred went into when their mate was hurt or threatened. She’d heard of it from some friends who were mated to Kindred warriors, but she’d never actually expected toseeit.
But Commander Courickcouldn’tbe going into Rage for her, could he? He wasn’t her mate—he was her boss. Still, the fury she saw in his blood red eyes and the choked gurgles she heard coming from the struggling asshole Dom made her uneasy. Would the big Kindred actuallykillhim?
Luckily, she didn’t get a chance to find out.
“Hey, what’s this? What the fuck is going on here?”
It was one of the club’s moderators—the same one who had saved her last time, Addison saw. He was a big man with a handlebar mustache wearing a brown cowboy hat and leather chaps to go with it. His eyes widened as he took in the scene with Commander Courick holding the CHUDWA Dom two feet off the floor by his throat.
“What the hell, man?” he demanded. “Put him down!”
“He washurtingmy female.” The Kindred’s voice was a low, menacing growl and his eyes never left the asshole’s face, which was now turning a dark purple. “He whipped her until he drew blood!”
“She…wanted…it!” the asshole wheezed, sticking to his story even though he was getting the life choked out of him. “De…deserved it!”
The moderator turned to Addison.
“Did you agree to play a scene with him?” he demanded, frowning.
“No—absolutely not!” Addison said firmly. “He just grabbed me and pushed me over the bench and started whipping me with a thorny branch!”
“Wait a minute, I know you—I know both of you!” The moderator frowned, his large, handlebar mustache quivering. “You were both in here last weekend, playing a scene that went wrong.”
“That’s because he wouldn’t listen to my safe word!” Addison exclaimed. “He just tied me to the cross and started caning me! I still have some bruises.”
“So…you twoaren’ttogether?” The Moderator frowned.
“Of course not! I don’t even know his name!” Addison exclaimed. “And Idon’tunderstand why you keep letting him come in here when he’s clearly not a real Dom—he’s an asshole who just wants to beat women!”
“He’s about to be a dead asshole if your boyfriend there doesn’t let him down,” the Moderator remarked. He tugged on the sleeve of Courick’s red uniform shirt. “Hey, buddy—come on! I really don’t want to have to call the police in here!”
“Too late.” Suddenly they were joined by two police officers in uniform. One of them was an older, burly male and his partner was a woman who looked to be in her thirties.
