Olivia's POV
"You want to see what I'm capable of?" Frederick snarled, yanking the belt free from its loops with a hiss that split the air. His knuckles whitened around the leather. For the first time, my body truly registered the danger—he was twice my size, carved of muscle and burning humiliation. Yet I refused to let him taste fear. I stood my ground, chin lifted, eyes locked on his. Defiance radiated from me like fire, even as his fury thickened the air.
With shaking rage, he fumbled with the buckle, unzipping his trousers. In one vicious motion, he shoved them to his knees. My gaze dropped, deliberate. White briefs. His cock outlined against the thin fabric. He wasn't hard—not yet—but the size was obvious. Thick, long… the kind of weapon men boasted about. The kind women were expected to worship.
