Chapter 4

 Everything made sense. The reason she was acting strange and had been so docile and submissive to him. It was because she was hurt. Someone dared lay a hand on her. 

A flicker of anger simmered in him. 

“Come over.” He said. 

Defiance played in her eyes. But she sighed as if too tired to go against him. She slumbered towards him, swinging her hips side by side. 

Creeping into the shadow, she halted in front of him

“Closer,” He said. 

As she stepped closer, her scent waffled around him and he sucked in a breath, taking in as much as he could as if his life depended on it. 

He raised his head and met her gaze. Her brown eyes never ceased to give her away. 

 “What is wrong?” slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

She blinked once then twice, surprise morphing into her face. Her cold expression cracked and softened for a moment. 

His head tilted, unsure as to why a simple question from him elicited such a reaction from her. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice voided the rough edges it usually held. She wouldn’t talk if he sounded borderline authoritative. 

She opened her mouth and then closed it before she swallowed visibly, fumbling backward in her step.

His hand went around her wrist, holding her steady before swirling her into his lap. 

Her eyes went wide as she dropped on his lap. 

“What are you doing?” She wiggled her ass, adding friction to his hard-on. He bit down a groan. As much as he would like for it to be taken care of. Not now. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, caging her in, and loving the way her skin felt on his palms. “Keep calm, June. I don’t bite.” 

Her movements went slack and she slowly relaxed into him. Her gaze was everywhere but on him. 

“What happened to you?” 

“What?” She glanced at him before looking back up. 

“Your neck. What happened to your neck?” 

Her eyes snapped to me. Her brown eyes showed disbelief and shock. 

“June? Are you okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows in concern. 

Her stares of astonishment morphed into a frown. 

“Why? Why do you care? Were you wishing I wasn’t okay?” 

A roll of chuckles vibrated in his throat. It wouldn’t be June if she didn’t get defensive. 

“One question at a time. You answer mine and I will answer yours.” 

He stretched a hand towards her cautiously, watching her for a reaction. When she didn’t move away he caressed the bruises on her neck with his thumb. 

“What happened to you? Who did this to you?” 

She looked up, clasping and unclasping her fingers. “Not that it concerns you.” 

“It does concern me.” 

He saw the reddened mark on her neck clearer when she craned her head.  

His blood boiled with anger, his jaw clenching. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. 

“Did someone assault you?” he gritted my teeth. “Who fucking did this to you?” 

She let out a soft gasp, eliciting unwarranted shivers from him that traveled down to his cock.  

He shook it off. No. Not now. 

The heavy lashes that shadowed her cheeks flies up as if he caught her off-guard. He heard her heavy intake of breaths as she searched his eyes for God knew what. 

Running her tongue over her lower lip, she twists out of my grip. “Like you care what happens to me.” 

“I do care.” 

As strange as it sounded. He did care what happened to her…

She scoffed. “No, you don’t.” 

“Yes, I do.” 

“Don’t you only care about my body?” 

He cocked an eyebrow, seeing what she was getting at. “Isn’t it the same?” he teased her. 

She snorted loudly. 

Then her eyes widened with embarrassment and she threw her hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” muffles out of her hand. 

He let out an amusing laugh. If she knew how cute she sounded, she wouldn’t apologize for anything. 

The prettiest shade of pink on her cheeks creeps out from beneath her hands as she aimed a harmless punch at him, urging him to quiet his laughter. 

He threw my head back, and double on his laughter, loving how flustered she was. 

Somehow between the giggles, the space between them was swallowed and they now rubbed dangerously close to each other. The electrified air around them engulfed his laughter as he became hyperaware of their proximity. 

Her face was an inch from his, a slight shift from him and his lips would brush on hers. He was also hyperaware of her tits on his chest, and her hands over his shoulder. 

His breath turned to gravel as his gaze fell on her kissable lips, the image of his fantasy. He wanted to capture it between his teeth. 

Heat doused him, running down to his groin. 

A red shade bloomed in her cheeks as she shifted causing more thickening in his pants. She felt him too. 

He dragged his eyes away, breaking the electric zap between them. 

 While he wanted to tug her hair in his fist, kiss her dirty, yank her panties aside, and thrust my fingers into her slit until she was screaming his name and begging for his cock. 

It couldn’t be here, at least not now so he did the gentlemanly thing to do. Her soft skin burned his palm when he clasped his hands around her waist to push her aside. 

All hell broke loose when she kissed him. 

At first, he thought there was no way June was kissing him. June, who never ceased to communicate how she wished for anything but to be around him wouldn’t kiss him. So he thought it was one of his many imaginations. 

Until she moaned. She fucking moaned against his lips. Holyfuckingshit. 

That is the most melodic sound I have ever heard in my life. 

When she murmured a “thanks” against his mouth, he realized he had said that aloud. 

 He clasped his hands around her face, and suck her lips, taking what he’d always wanted from her, tasting her mouth that hadn’t for once left his mind. 

She let out a satisfied moan, giving way for his tongue to swirl into hers. Fuck. She tasted like how she’d imagined she would and better. She tasted like cherry and a tint of whiskey. The mixture itself intoxicated him.  

His hands went around her waist and straddled her closer to him until she was atop his already hard cock. 

He didn’t tell her what to do before she started grinding her pussy against his hard as stone cock.

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl…” his voice drifted off as she extended her hand between them, where she grasped the fabric of his pants and undid the fastening of his fly, allowing it to open. 

A mischievous glint on her face the whole time. 

Her fingers traced the pronounced outline of his cock, making him convulse with a shudder. At first, he thought she would spring his cock out of his brief. But no, she angled it so that the tip cock rested on his opened fly. 

Then she supposedly angled her pussy on the head of his cock and grinded against it. 

 Desires he’d never experienced flooded his veins. 

His grip tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin. “Do that again, love.” 

And she did it again. This time slowly and more drawn out, extracting out as much as pleasure she could from him. 

A jolt jump-started through him. “Fuck.” 

His head fell back onto the couch but not after he caught the triumphant smirk tugging that sexy lips of hers

She knew damn well what she was doing. 

So he extended his arm towards her, inserting his thumb into her mouth and watching as she sucked it in the filthiest way that can make a man come in minutes, twirling her tongue seductively on the ring on his finger. 

He never knew a day would come when he would be jealous of his own thumb. But here he was wishing so badly that it was his cock that her pretty lips were wrapped around, on her knees taking everything he gave her like a damn good girl. 

“Goddamn, it, June. Your lips will look even prettier around my cock.” 

“You’re so shameless.” Her voice was heavy and thick with desire.

 There was rarely a girl that could resist him. With the perfect amount of push and pull, every girl always gave in. And June wasn’t any different too. 

He smirked. “You shouldn’t be saying that while you grind your cunt on my cock.” 

“Asshole.” She said breathlessly. 

As she continued to dry hump him, squeezing out every ounce of pleasure from him and loving how she bent him as she pleased, he trailed his hand slowly down her jaws to her neck, feeling the shivers shimmering through her. 

 He stopped at her neck, wrapping his hand around it. Her whimper sang beautifully in his ear when he applied pressure around her neck.

But that wasn’t where he was headed, so he lowered his hand, running his finger on her collar before dropping to her tits. 

A smirk formed on his lips before he squeezed her tits until a loud yelp elicited from her lips. 

“Just like that love. Scream for me.” 

“Son of a…” 

He didn’t wait for the curse to fall off her lips before he delved into the opening in her chest, tugging her nipples until it turned to diamond. 

Her head fell forward on his shoulder and her grinding pace slowly replaced by a tremble throbbing with vigor through her body. 

 There was something hot about watching mouthy June with defense as high as mount everest become a beautiful mess on his lap. It was enough for him to blow his shit. 

He needed to have her. He needed her tight pussy around his cock like he needed the next breath of air. To be buried deep into her he would give up anything. He could already tell how it would be. Heavenly. 

Just her grinding against him had him blaming himself for not meeting her sooner. 

He threaded his fingers into her hair and yanked her head backward enough to see her flushed face. His hand still skillfully playing with her tits. 

“Want to take it somewhere else?” 

He wanted her right now. But he needed a place better than a Vip room. A place where he could twist and turn her, where he could test his darkest desires on her, where he could break and remold her. 

“Uhh.” She stared through her hooded eyes and slightly parted lips. 

He was ready to repeat himself when a throat is cleared from somewhere in the room, dousing ice on the blaze. 

June's eyes bulged, a mortifying look creasing her face. She hurriedly slipped off his laps and scrambled around, probably in search of a hole to bury herself in.

A curse lay ready on his tongue as he whipped his head around. The person better had a good reason for the interruption. After months of trying to let June shred a skin. And she finally gave in just for this to happen?

 He clenched his jaw when his eyes landed on Maeve. 

“Good evening Mr. Ollie.” She said stoically. 

As angry as he was, Maeve didn’t try to make a fake smile just to appease him or apologize for the interruption—like anyone would have done—. This woman was daring.

“Ms. Maeve.” Annoyance from his voice dripped unto the floor. “Good to see you again.” 

His gaze briefly shifted to June. She had her face buried in her knees and her faint whine he heard. Hell, he could hear the screw twisting in her head.

Maeve took her time as she walked to him and dropped on the couch adjacent to him upon his gesture. Deep down, he wanted to tell her to fuck out of here. 

“It’s a pleasure meeting you again.” She sneered at him though it seemed she meant to smile.

He nodded grimly. He didn’t take pleasure in meeting her for the second time. 

From his peripheral vision, June looked between them before scooting up. “uhh…” she trailed off, “I should…leave.”

With a growl, he spoke. “Sit.”

It was a necessity that they concluded what they’d started. He was obsessed with her even without knowing how her lips tasted or how her breast fitted in his palm. Now that he knew she was trapped in his clutches until he was satisfied and willing to let her go. 

June bit her lower lip and his cock jolted like the lousy motherfucker that he was. Then she reluctantly sit her ass down on the other edge of the couch he was on. He wanted to pull her closer and send Maeve out. 

“I was checking to see if my staff is treating you well.” Maeve looked at June from between her nose. “I can see that she’s doing a good job.” 

June hid her face behind her hand and shrunk further into the couch as if to make herself smaller or invisible. 

Yes. He was getting treated well until she ruined it. His two months constant visit was starting to pay off just for Maeve to lead him back to square one. 

“Get straight to the point. I know you aren’t the type for pleasantries.” He grunted. 

Maeve addressed him with a long pause. The faintest smile sliding to her mouth.

 “The club could use a slot at your new resort.” Without missing a breath, she said. 

Ollie cocked an eyebrow. How did Maeve know that he had a resort in development? It was supposed to be a secret. He almost forgot, there was no secret in the business world. 

He shrugged, rolling the ring on his thumb. “Well, slots are allocated based on profitability.” 

“The club makes a lot of profit more than you can imagine.” 

He knew that for sure. The club entertained only elites of the society and garnered a lot of profit. But he wasn’t going to admit it. He needed her to believe it was a competition. 

“Well, it will be decided by the management when it is duly checked after going through the route of application.” Not by abruptly interrupting him like this. 

He couldn’t care less about the annoyed look on Maeve’s face as his eyes twirled to June. Her face was now hidden behind her long brown hair. He could bet everything on it that she was chewing on her lips. 

Concluding that the discussion between him and Maeve was over, his gaze shuffled between the door and Maeve, hoping he didn’t have to inform her to leave. 

“Enjoy your evening Mr. Ollie.” Maeve understood his gesture and rose to her feet. 

“And you too, Ms. Maeve.”

When Maeve reached halfway through the door, one foot out and the other in. Ollie called after her. 

“I almost forgot.” 

Maeve swindled her head around, her hand on the doorknob. “What was it, sir?” 

“Your strippers should be treated better than this.”

“I treat my strippers well.” Maeve sounded offended. But god, if he gave a fuck, he just wanted to know the fucker that bruised June. Besides, every employer claimed they treat their employees well. 

“June has a bruise on her neck. How is that?” 

June’s head snapped up and she gave him a what the fuck are you doing look. 

Maeve deadpanned. “Her bruise has nothing to do with the club.” 

When June scoffed he knew damn well that Maeve was lying through her teeth. 

“Explain to Mr. Ollie how you got your bruises?” A look whose meaning was foreign to him was shared between June and Maeve. 

June sighed as if giving in. Right there, Ollie knew it was unlikely to get the information about how June got her injuries. “I fell on my way home.” 

“Good,” Maeve said coldly. “You should be more careful.” Then her head tilted to him. “if you will excuse me.” And she was out. 

Immediately the door shut behind Maeve, and June jolted to her feet. Ollie reached for her wrist as she was about to wiggle away and pull her to him. 

A soft gasp slipped out of her mouth as she fell on his laps, her palm splaying on his chest. She tried to twist away but he wrapped his hands delicately around her waist. 

“let go.” She said breathlessly. 

“We aren’t done yet.” 

June’s chest rose and fell rapidly, blessing his eyes with a glint of her tits. Fuck, so plump and mouth-watering. Memory of how he had her breasts in his palm and her nipples between his fingers flooded back to him. His cock jolted. She frowned.  

“We are done.” Her voice hitched. “The session is over.” 

“I will pay for another session.” 

“No, you make me sick.”

 He blurted. “Let’s have sex.” 

“What? No way. Let me fucking go.” Her face flushed with a red shade.

“Look at you. Only a few minutes ago you were grinding hard against me. Enjoying my hand around your tits.” 

She slid easily out of his grip when he loosened around her. 

“It was a terrible mistake and It will not happen again. Never.” 

“Pity. I’m going to treat it like a treasure.”  

She scoffed, sending a dirty look his way. “Aww, and I will proceed to wash my brain with bleach until there is no memory of tonight.”

Goddamnit. If only she knew how much her clap back turned him on.  

He rubbed his hand on his cock as she swatted her bigger-than-life ass away. 

He said after her just as she stood between the door slab. 

“Name it.” 

She tilted her head backward. A rise in her eyebrow. 

“Name anything you want and I will gladly give it to you if you take up my offer.”

A look that was gone before he could decipher it sliced through June’s face. Without a word, she slammed the door on his face. 

Damn, she was so sexy