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*~I knew it.Of course this was what Andrew wanted to talk about.The same old "I miss you" speech, followed by another desperate attempt to get me back.Foolish me for thinking he was going to tell me something else. Something actually important, something worth dragging myself back here for.I guess I gave him far too much credit.Though, truth be told, I sure as hell didn't expect him to threaten to kill himself if I didn't take his ass back.You've got to be fucking kidding me.Like I'm actually going to believe that.It's just another one of his classic manipulative games, and he's a fucking pro at them.I've fallen for his bullshit more times than I care to admit, but I'm not falling for it again."Please, June. Give us another chance. I promise you won't regret it," he pleads.I shake my head. "That’s not going to happen. I’ve moved on, Andrew. You need to do the same.""So that's it?" He looks at me, his expression falling. "There's really no chance for us anymore?""No
~*JUNE*~I'm immobilized.My feet are practically glued to the concrete, and my finger is hovering inches from the doorbell like I'm about to launch a missile instead of pressing a fucking button.I've been standing outside Andrew's porch for God knows how long. Long enough for the afternoon sun to disappear and the sky to turn a dusky orange.The shadows have stretched across the driveway, swallowing the hedges and the familiar curve of the mailbox.Very welcoming.Damn it, June. Forget about your damn surroundings and just press the doorbell. It's a fucking doorbell. That's what it's there for.But apparently, my hand has decided that today is the perfect day to stop cooperating with me.Fuck.I stare at the door, silently willing myself to just get it over with. How hard can pressing a fucking doorbell be?There is absolutely nothing terrifying about it.So why does my heart feel like it's trying to punch its way out of my chest?My throat suddenly feels dry, and I swallow hard, my
~*JUNE*~There it is.The big fucking problem.As if deciding which house to take wasn't already difficult enough, the prices are practically through the roof.They're high enough to make me question whether these houses come with a private island and a personal chef.Like, who the fuck decided these houses should cost this much?Whoever came up with these ridiculous prices needs to be hunted down and thrown in prison.If this isn't daylight robbery, I honestly don't know what is.There is absolutely nothing about this place that justifies that price.Aside from a little bit of aesthetic here and there and the fact that it's located in the center of the city, I can't even see what else could possibly justify the ridiculous rent.The paint job isn't even nice. The entire place is painted white, making it look like a fucking hospital.If I actually decide to take this place, the first thing I'm doing is changing the damn paint."I think this is the one," Tyler says, strolling back out fr
~*JUNE*~I never imagined keeping myself under control would become such a difficult task—one I'd repeatedly fail at.My heart just won't stop hammering against my chest like an overexcited puppy, and my pulse refuses to settle down no matter how many times I try to calm myself. It feels like someone has fucked with the brakes and left the damn thing stuck in accelerator mode.And the most fascinating part?Any time my mind drifts to Mr. Macaulay, my traitorous pussy pulses at the illicit thought of him.I feel like a whore.A happy whore, at that.With how ridiculously pleased I am, I might as well go find myself a motherfucking pole and start a new career.Jesus fucking Christ.What the hell is wrong with me?A few minutes ago, I had to force myself to stop letting out tiny screeches of joy because Mr. John, the security guard stationed at the far end of the hall, kept shooting me glares sharp enough to curdle milk.But honestly, can you blame me?After everything that happened in Mr
~*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*~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
~*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






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