ログイン“You’re mine, June.” “I’m not yours, Mr. Macaulay.” “You’re mine. Mine alone. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will not have another man touch you, ever,” he growls through gritted teeth. “I’m not yours. Not until you claim me,” I fire back. “Until then, I’m just a woman who warms your bed… just like I’ll warm other men’s beds too.” His pupils dilate as his grip tightens around my arm. “Do not test me, June,” he says, voice low and deadly. “I swear on my life, any man who so much as lays a hand on you… I’ll rip his fingers off and feed them to my dogs.” _________________ June Fontaine had always loved her boyfriend too deeply, giving him her heart even when it tore her apart. For three years, she lived in the shadow of his ex, a relationship that slowly swallowed her. Until one night changed everything, and she broke up with him. Fueled by heartbreak and the bitter sight of her ex moving on like she never mattered, June made a dangerous, impulsive choice that threw her into the arms of a stranger she could not forget—even after she ran from him. Two weeks later, she saw the stranger again—now richer and more powerful than she could have imagined. In a city like Las Vegas, men like him do not chase. They own. And he wants her. Obsession becomes possession. Desire becomes dangerous. He cannot let her go. She cannot stay away. While he falls for her in a way that feels almost forbidden, he holds back, haunted by a past that refuses to let him claim her. But she refuses to be hidden. She refuses to be just another secret in a powerful man’s world.
もっと見る~*JUNE*~Turns out five days away from work wasn't nearly enough time to recover from almost having sex with Mr. Macaulay.Not that I'd planned to stay away that long.At first, I told myself I'd only skip one day of work. Just twenty-four hours to get a grip, to bury the memory of his hands on me deep enough that I could walk into the office without my pulse going haywire.But one day turned into two. Two became three.Before I know it, it's day five, and I still can't bring myself to face him.Every time I think about walking through those office doors, I remember the way he looked at me that day, the way I completely lost myself in the moment.Shame, embarrassment, and something far more dangerous instantly tangle together inside me, keeping me as far away from him as possible.And now...He's standing on my doorstep.My fingers tighten around the doorknob until my knuckles turn white. My knees threaten mutiny, and the floor beneath my feet suddenly feels about as stable as a boat
~*JUNE*~Curse me for believing Andrew wouldn't spam me after I gave him my number.For days, the fucker has been terrorizing my phone. Nonstop. Text after text after text, each one more desperate and unhinged than the last.The moment I block one number, he pops up with another. I block that one too, and then another appears, like some demonic game of whack-a-mole I never signed up for.Andrew doesn't just give up. That's not in his DNA.He'll keep spamming me until he gets what he wants—and I haven't the faintest idea what that is.At this point, I'm morbidly curious what he actually wants, because knowing him, this "I miss you" bullshit in his texts is a blatant lie.There's a hidden agenda behind it.Something I can't pinpoint.And honestly? I don't want to find out what it is.My life already has enough drama circling it like vultures over a carcass.The last thing I need is Andrew piling his own brand of chaos on top of it."You're skipping work again today?" Tyler asks, droppin
~*JUNE*~I take two instinctive steps backward, my footing unsteady on the uneven concrete, but I manage to catch my balance just in time to keep from tripping over my own feet."June." Andrew's face breaks into a wide smile, his eyes locking onto mine like he didn't just nearly run me over."What the hell, Andrew?" I snap. "You almost hit me with your fucking car! Are you trying to kill me?"His smile falters. "I’m so sorry, June. It was an accident." He rounds the front of the car and quickly closes the distance between us. "I really am sorry.""Keep your apology. I don’t want it."I turn on my heel and start walking away without another glance, but he's faster.He steps directly into my path, forcing me to a sudden halt.I glare at him, and he raises his hands in surrender, cautious and slow, as though he's approaching a frightened animal."June... I—""What do you want from me, Andrew?" The words snap out of me like a whip crack, cutting him off."I just want to talk to you.""I ma
~*JUNE*~What the fuck did I just do?I almost had sex with Mr. Macaulay.My freaking boss.And if Mark hadn't walked in, I would've let him—I would've let him bend me over his desk and fuck me.Fan-fucking-tastic, June.Your self-control and dignity have officially resigned and vacated the premises.Fuck. I'm doomed.How on earth am I supposed to face him after this?How do I just act like everything is normal?How do I sit at my desk, answer his calls, and hand him his morning coffee like I didn't just have his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my skin, and his teeth scraped against my throat?The sound of Mr. Macaulay’s office door opening sends my heart leaping into my throat.My pulse kicks into overdrive, hammering so hard I can feel it throbbing in my temples.I turn just in time to see Mark step out.The moment he spots me, something in his expression changes.His brows knit together, and he fixes me with a long, unnerving look that feels fa
~*JUNE*~“Can you go a little faster?” I ask the cab driver, voice low as I grip the edge of the seat.“Sure,” he says, and presses the accelerator a little harder.I glance at my watch. 7:45.My heart hammers as I check it again. 7:46.That’s what I’ve been doing since I got into this cab—checking
~*JUNE*~I know I sound crazy for asking a complete stranger to fuck me.But I don’t give a damn.Right now? I'm acting on instinct.Pure, drunken, angry, heartbroken instinct.I pull back to stare at his face, and he’s still.Completely still.His grey eyes hold my honey brown ones, unblinking.He
~*JUNE*~If I say breaking up with Andrew didn't hurt, I’m lying.Because this shit hurts like hell.I press my palms against my eyes, trying to push the tears back in, but they won’t listen.They keep falling, hot and relentless, carving dark tracks through the mascara running down my face.I bite
~*JUNE*~I spin on my stool so fast I almost topple over.“Where is he?” I ask, feeling my heart lurch in my chest.“Over there,” Tyler says, pointing toward the VIP booth.My eyes follow his finger, and the world seems to slow, the music fading into a dull roar.Andrew and Maddie come into view, ba
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