Oliver's POV
She walked over, her head down, and climbed onto the mattress. She lay back, her hair spilling over the pillows. Slowly, she opened her legs, exposing herself to me completely.
I walked to the edge of the bed, looking down at her. This was the woman who had kissed me goodbye two hours ago. This was the woman I wanted to protect from the world. And here she was, offering herself to a masked man because she craved the roughness he gave her.
Feeling pained, I walked away from the bed. I reached into the kit and pulled out a thick, black silk blindfold. I returned to her, my shadow falling over her pale, exposed skin. Without a word, I leaned down and jerked her head up, wrapping the silk around her eyes and knotting it tight.
"I don't want you to see what's coming," I rasped, my voice thick with the gravelly edge of Raymond. "I want you to feel every single second of the choice you made."
