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the wall.  She yelped and tried to get away from him, but he grabbed her by the throat and threw her back against the wall.  Cole pressed his body against hers and leaned his face in so close she could feel his breath against her lips. 
    “Don’t think that just because I haven’t beaten you into a sniveling pulp means I won’t.” He stood there, crowding her; she squirmed against him, panicked by his closeness. 
    Her struggling caused him to harden and he squeezed her throat just a little more.  Her eyes widened and she tried to claw at his hand. 
    “Drop your hands,” he growled. 
    She did as she was told and he loosened his grip on her throat.  She sucked in a breath and just stared at him.  His eyes were burning, but she wasn’t sure if they burned in anger or arousal, his hardness was pressing against her stomach. 
    “You will obey me or you can join your little friend on the floor.  Got that?”  She nodded and his grip tightened on her throat again, his eyes told her she made a mistake. 
    “Yes, my lord.”
    He released her and stepped away.  He took her hand, pulling her after him down the hallway.  She took the time to steady her breathing and her pounding heart.  Once they were back in his room, he left her in the middle of the living room and went to his desk. 
    “Go take a shower; I’ll have dinner waiting when you’re done.” 
    She stood there.  He sat down and started rifling through some papers.  Cole looked up at her, giving her a look that gave no room for argument.  She went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
    “Leave the door open,” he barked. 
    The water felt refreshing, she watched the dirt wash away and wondered if she could stay in there forever.  She took her time washing her hair, shaving her legs, and generally letting the steaming hot water beat down on her.  The privacy was calming, but the hot water was short lived. 
    She turned the water off and toweled dry.  Looking for her clothes, Olivia realized he’d come in at some point and taken them.  She panicked, clutching the towel around her.  For a few minutes she stood there, not sure what to do, but she started to get cold and thought that maybe he’d put new clothes on the bed for her so she hesitantly went to the door and stepped out.  He was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, watching her.  She froze, wanting to escape back into the bathroom. 
    When he started moving toward her she stepped backwards, her back bumped into the wall and she whimpered.  He stopped right in front of her, she could feel the heat radiating from his body and she clutched the towel tighter.  He had something in his hand, bands of some sort.  Bending down, he ran his fingers along one of her legs, she wanted to move away, but had nowhere to go.  Cole wrapped his hand around one ankle, snapping a band in place.  He moved his hand to her other thigh, gently playing down her legs and enjoying her soft skin.  She squirmed, but he ignored it. 
    The other band wrapped around her ankle and he brought both her legs together, tapping one of the bands.  Suddenly, her legs snapped together and she almost lost her balance.  She yelped and grabbed on to him to steady herself while still trying to hold onto her towel.  He chuckled, tapping the band again, unbinding her feet.  He stood up slowly letting both his hand travel up her legs, she started whimpering and squirming again as his fingers moved up to her thighs.  Her skin burned where he touched her, Olivia’s heart started to hammer against her chest and she squirmed even more.  
    “Please stop,” she begged.
    He removed his hands from her legs, but took one of her wrists instead.  She made a small sound of protest and tried to pull away, but he held onto her tightly.  He snapped a band around her wrist and grabbed her other arm.  She quickly gathered up her towel with her free hand, desperate to keep herself covered.  He snapped the last band on