Oliver's POV
"Let go of me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, but I ignored her. I shoved the door to my private room open, dragged her inside, and slammed it shut behind us.
I saw the terrified look in her eyes as she darted them around the room, her gaze landing on the BDSM tools hanging on the wall and the others laid out on the bed.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling and her lips shaking. "It's against the rules to touch a lady without her consent in this club."
Her gaze kept moving—until it landed on something solid nearby.
"Don't come any closer!" she cried, grabbing a heavy silver candle snuffer from the side table and lifting it with trembling hands.
I stopped. My wolf paced behind my ribs, snarling at the distance between us. "I am many things, Aurora, but I am not a rapist," I growled, the sound vibrating deep in my chest. "I'm not going to touch you without you begging me to. Put that down."
