LOGIN“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.
View More~*JUNE*~So much for self-control.My brain has officially flatlined, and my instincts are running the entire show.It makes no sense—why the fuck is my pulse skyrocketing just because Mr. Macaulay is a few inches away?And, worst of all, I can’t seem to stop grabbing every tiny opportunity to look at him.My eyes keep drifting sideways, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his throat moves when he swallows, and the spread of his thighs in those expensive pants.I catch myself staring at his hand resting on his knee. Instantly, the memory of that same hand wrapped around his thick cock in my dream, stroking slowly and deliberately, burns into my mind.A blush creeps from my neck and rises in my cheeks.Despite the intense cold in the car, I feel the heat radiating off his body, and every single nerve ending in my skin is acutely aware of it.My thighs press together involuntarily as the slick heat between my legs grows wetter, more insistent.Fuck.Brain, I need you to cooperate
~*JUNE*~This morning, I woke up horny as hell.Thanks to Mr. Macaulay deciding to waltz through my goddamn subconscious like he owned the place. Again.But this time, the dream was completely different.It wasn’t the usual one where he catches sight of me and we end up having sex immediately.In last night's dream, he sat in a wooden chair opposite me, completely naked, legs spread wide with one hand wrapped around his thick, long cock.He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his head tipped back and lips parted as each rough exhale vibrated through the silence.His jaw clenched with every stroke, muscles flexing in a way that made my mouth water.He looked so fucking hot.So devastatingly, dangerously hot.I just stood there, watching him stroke his cock while his breathing grew heavier. His hips lifted slightly into his own hand, a low grunt escaping his throat.The sound of it... God, I can still hear it ringing in my ears.And thinking about it right now? It sends a sudden, slick
~*JUNE*~Am I a terrible person?Probably.Because the second those words leave Andrew’s mouth, a laugh tries to burst out of me.I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep it trapped.My teeth sink into the soft flesh, and the sharp sting of pain is the only thing that stops the sound from escaping.A tiny, vicious part of me is having the time of its life right now.Serves him right.Serves him so perfectly, so completely, so beautifully right that I almost want to applaud.Karma truly is a bitch that exists.And judging by the look on Andrew's face, she didn't just show up.She marched right up to him and slapped him across his pathetic, cheating face with enough force to leave a handprint.Good.I'm glad Maddie left his worthless ass.I'm glad she used him and tossed him aside the same way he tossed me aside.Now he knows what it feels like to be second choice. To be the backup plan. To be nothing more than a placeholder. To be the person someone settles for while they'
~*JUNE*~Seeing Andrew sends a strange feeling rippling through my chest—one I don't expect.It isn't longing. It isn't shock.It certainly isn’t the desperate, soul-crushing ache I've spent months bracing myself to feel the second I see him again.No.It's annoyance.Pure, unfiltered, bone-deep annoyance that surges through my veins like someone has lit a fuse beneath my skin.For weeks, I've been avoiding Andrew—taking different routes, steering clear of places he might be, and even stopped going to my favorite coffee shop because he frequents it—all because I'm terrified of this exact moment.Terrified that seeing him will undo me.That one look at his face will send me spiraling back into that desperate, heartbroken girl who can't imagine existing without him.Because I used to be that girl.I built an entire future around Andrew in my head, picturing myself in a white dress walking down the aisle toward him, imagining sweet, quiet moments, a life unfolding side by side, growing ol
~*JUNE*~Well... this is a fucking disaster.My life has gone from messy to completely, unbelievably fucked.At this point, the universe seriously needs to cut me a goddamn break.For crying out loud, I’m just a twenty-three-year-old girl trying to survive in this shitty world. Nothing more. Nothing
~*JUNE*~The question blindsides me.Seriously?What the actual hell?Why is he asking me this like it's a perfectly reasonable thing to ask another human being?My head jerks up, and my eyes finally lock onto his.He’s watching me with that same intense stare, dead serious.There's no hint of mock
~*JUNE*~Mr. Macaulay knows.He fucking knows.He knows I was the one from that night.The realization hits me like a freight train, ripping the air from my lungs and every coherent thought from my head.How could he not? Of course he fucking knew all along.But he acted like he didn't know, watch
~*JUNE*~Never in a million years did I think I would be in this situation.And yet here I am.Because apparently my life enjoys embarrassing plot twists with no warning."Are you okay?"Mr. Macaulay's voice cuts through the fog in my brain and I realize with a jolt of pure horror that I’m still in


















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