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tried to move past him, but his broad body blocked her exit. “I’ll tell Michael what you’ve both done.”
    “No you won’t. You’ll lose him, and you know it. Your credibility will never be higher than mine, and Anton’s when he shows your husband the video.”
    Lindsay pressed her against the wall and left a soft, lingering kiss on her neck. Vivian felt her pulse pounding at his lips. She shuddered and struggled to get away. The doctor’s hand moved underneath her dress, his fingers brushing against the wetness of her panties.
    “Let me go,” she said.
    “It doesn’t feel to me like you want that. You’re such a responsive little thing. Why couldn’t you respond this way for your husband?” His words held no accusation, only curiosity.
    Vivian squeezed her eyes shut and looked away as his hand began to grind against her heat. She was horrified to find her hips betraying her to press harder against him.
    His mouth moved close to her ear. “Is it the danger you love? Is it strangers, the thrill of someone you don’t know running his hands all over you? Perhaps you just need variety. The newness, the excitement.”
    She whimpered, her eyes meeting his, pleading with him to stop because she didn’t trust her voice, or how it would sound coming out of her throat just then.
    He considered her for a moment, then shook his head. “No, that’s not it either. You like being under someone else’s control. You get off being dominated like a bitch in heat.”
    Though his words were cruel, his tone was soft, soothing, nonjudgmental. Her eyes widened at that, not sure what to make of him. Not sure why she didn’t scream, or try harder to get free.
    “Yours is a token struggle, isn’t it?”
    She looked away again, unable to bear the perception in his gaze, wondering how many others like her he’d done this with, and why the idea excited her so much.
    “Just let me go. Please. I can’t . . . I can’t take this.”
    “If you can tell me honestly that you don’t like what I’m doing to you right now, I’ll stop.”
    A finger slipped beneath the satin fabric of her panties to touch the yielding, soft flesh and incredible wetness. She flushed.
    “Tell me something, Vivian.”
    Her eyes shot up to meet his at the use of her first name.
    “If you were single, would you struggle?”
    “Yes.” She would struggle. Because if not for Michael and the idea that she couldn’t just give in sexually to other men, she would have to struggle to avoid dealing with what could be wrong with her to be so turned on by this. Two attractive males touching her against her will, making her wet. Making her writhe for them.
    Hadn’t she felt the same way when Michael had let that thread of menace seep out with her?
    “What’s wrong with me?” Fresh tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto her dress.
    “Nothing. You’re perfect. Just let yourself feel.”
    “What you’re doing is wrong. What I’m feeling is wrong. It’s just . . . it’s so fucked up.”
    “Shhhh” His fingers had found the opening of her pussy and started to pump in and out of her in a rhythm far too pleasurable for the situation.
    “Michael will come looking for me. He’ll think I’m cheating.”
    “And aren’t you?”
    “No, of course not! I didn’t ask for this. You won’t let me go.”
    He took her to the edge of her orgasm, then withdrew his fingers and stepped back. There was enough space for her to maneuver past him, if he didn’t step forward again to block her path.
    “Do you want to go or do you want me to make you come, Vivian?”
    Her voice was thready, barely above a whisper. “I want to go.”
    “You’re such a little liar.” He sucked her juices off his fingers, then turned and walked out of the coat room, leaving her shaking and unsatisfied against the wall.

FOUR

    Vivian sat silent in the car, not wanting to stir Michael up again. He’d noted how pale she was on her return from the bathroom and rushed them through