Olivia's POV
My breath caught in my throat as I tried to get off his lap, but Alpha Damien held me down firmly. I struggled, but it was no use. He was too strong.
"Let me go!" I murmured, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I didn't like how hot my body was getting. It was confusing. Wrong.
I had never been in a position like this. Bent over a man's lap. Especially not a man like Damien.
"You're staying right here," he said in a deep, calm voice. "You acted silly. Now you'll count."
"Count?" I asked, confused.
Then I felt it. He lifted the back of my robe. My heart jumped as cool air hit my thighs. My gown was up, and I knew he could see everything. I was wearing a thin black gestrin, and it didn't cover much.
"Damien!" I gasped, trying to move.
"If you struggle again, I'll make it twenty," he said. "Ten if you behave."
I froze, swallowing hard. My face burned with shame… but also something else. My body felt warm, even needy, and I hated it.
