Chapter 392

The moment the pill touched Olivia's tongue, it dissolved instantly. Too late to spit it out.

His cruel laughter filled the room as he sneered, "You swore you'd stay with me. Don't even think about running to anyone else now." He gestured toward the bed with a vicious grin. "Strip. Maybe I'll go easy on you."

Olivia blinked back tears, her icy glare fixed on the man before her. With a sudden burst of desperate energy, she lunged at him, nails raking toward his face.

But her weakened state betrayed her. The drug's effects were already taking hold, making her movements sluggish. A burning heat spread through her veins, sapping what little strength remained.

She bit down hard on her tongue, the sharp pain momentarily clearing her fogged mind. Yet the relief was fleeting - the fire within only grew more intense.

"Stop wasting your energy," he taunted, shaking his head. "Ms. Ellington provided the strongest aphrodisiac on the market. No antidote exists." His leer turned predatory. "You'll beg for a man before this night ends."

As he advanced, Olivia's tears fell freely now, tracing hot paths down her flushed cheeks.

The man pounced, his rough hands tearing at her blouse. His hot breath fanned her neck as he whispered filthy promises. "The media's already been tipped off about your little scandal. Ms. Ellington even handpicked some rich pretty boy for you." His grip tightened painfully. "But you're mine now. No use crying about it."

Olivia's hatred for Victoria Ellington burned hotter than the drug coursing through her.

Just as his fingers found the clasp of her bra, a sickening thud echoed through the room. The man collapsed like a marionette with cut strings.

Olivia's drug-addled mind struggled to comprehend. Through her blurred vision, she saw a tall figure striding toward her. The way he carried himself - shoulders squared, movements precise - seemed familiar.

Then she saw the mask.

"Mr. Blackwood?" The words came out breathy, tinged with an arousal she couldn't control. Her entire body burned, her cheeks flushed crimson. Tears made her eyes glitter dangerously in the dim light.

Liam Blackwood gathered her into his arms with surprising gentleness. "Olivia Sinclair," he murmured, "you owe me yet another debt."

Suddenly, the man's warning about the drug's effects crashed over her. With what little willpower remained, she pushed weakly against Liam's chest. "Go... please..." Her protest sounded more like an invitation, her hands barely applying pressure.

Liam's grip tightened. "Stop fighting me," he growled, his voice dark with warning.

Olivia trembled violently, the drug's effects reaching unbearable levels. A deep, primal ache threatened to consume her completely.

Liam laid her gently on the bed before turning toward the door. His voice turned glacial as he barked an order to someone unseen: "Get the antidote. Now."