Page 38 of Take the Sub and Run

But Andrei only raised a brow. Colette was interfering with a scene. She was experienced enough to know better. After this was over, he’d tell Landon what he expected for Colette’s punishment, though Andrei was fairly certain she’d just gone through an intense punishment for running away.

“I knew you were an asshole, but not this much of an asshole,” Colette snarled.

Andrei jerked, unexpectedly stung by her words. This is why he didn’t have friends, because then he gave a shit when they called him an asshole. Strangers could call him an asshole all they wanted.

“I can’t believe you’d scene with her!”

Abruptly, Andrei’s emotions shifted from hurt to unease.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I?” Andrei snapped defensively.

He had a bad feeling that question wasn’t going to be rhetorical. He was going to get an answer, and one he didn’t like.

The rumbling sound of the Sybian’s motor was a constant presence. Atop the sex saddle, Sofie was pleading…with Colette. His angel was looking at her friend, her expression desperate.

Colette’s eyes blazed bright with anger…and panic, he realized. She pointed back toward Sofie. “She’s a virgin!”

Andrei froze in shock.

Nothing surprised him. He was cynical and jaded. He always expected the worst from people. Of the possibilities that had started to float through his head, the top of the list had been that maybe Sofie was ill, or had a hidden medical issue, and Colette was panicking that he was being too rough with her.

One time, he’d had a sub who didn’t tell him she had a heart condition until after he’d been teasing her breasts with a violet wand for several minutes.

He’d even briefly considered that she might be pregnant—though that was just a different kind of medical condition.

Married was a possibility, though marital status didn’t mean a person wasn’t also an active player.

“A virgin?” he croaked out.

That had never even crossed his mind.

“Give me the remote.” Colette yanked away from Landon, then stuffed her hand into Andrei’s pocket, fishing for it.

Andrei backed away, reaching into the other pocket and flicking off the Sybian.

The silence was loud once the machine went quiet, the only sound Sofie’s panting breaths.

Andrei looked at her, held her gaze. There was panic and apology in her eyes.

It was true. She was a fucking BDSM virgin.

It was Landon who went to Sofie, quietly asking her permission to touch her before undoing the restraints and draping the blanket they’d used for aftercare over her shoulders.

Andrei wanted to rip Landon’s arms off for touching Sofie, even as he wanted to stalk out of the room and never think about, let alone see, his angel again.

Andrei was aware of Colette staring at him, as he stared at Sofie.

“You didn’t know,” Colette said quietly. “Oh no. Andrei, I’m so sorry. And virginity is, of course, a bullshit patriarchal construction…” Colette started, clearly trying to backpedal.

Andrei shot her a look.

Colette winced and said no more.

Landon had removed Sofie’s gag, but she had yet to say anything. She still sat astride the sex toy, and even with the blanket held tight around her body, Andrei could see the fine tremors that ran up and down her body. Her emotions were probably a mess—she’d been deep in the scene and this abrupt halt and emotional shift would have been hard on even the most experienced player.

Of which she was not, because she was a fucking virgin.

But of course, it wasn’t her experience or lack thereof that was the real issue.

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