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Chapter 8: Roses and Thrones - Juno's POV

"You have some nerve to ignore my order, Juno." Oliver's voice is soft like cotton, but his eyes are sharp as pins when they meet mine. "Putting on a show in front of my family, showing them your w***e tendencies."

"Was it an order? Sorry, I didn't realize." My finger twirls on a loose curl absent mindedly as I meet his sharp gaze with my daring one.

He chuckles lowly, dropping his gaze and rubbing his eyes tiredly. "She didn't realize it was an order, dear me. Do you think this is a joke? Do you...do you perhaps assume that the playing cards are in your hands?"

He half sits on the desk and looks at me again. "I'm talking to you."

Dropping my finger from my hair, I shift in my position by the door. His voice is harsh, in a way it's never been before and I know he's angry and trying his hardest to control his emotions.

But I don't care.

If he hadn't violated me first with his words, if he had just respected me all along from the beginning, we would be having a blast with his family and this...this mock relationship would have been perfect.

Heck, maybe I won't be planning on doing a little something with his dad. Our dad. But no, proud and entitled Oliver just had to keep throwing mud on my face over and over again because apparently, he's better than I am even though we're the same f*****g blood!

I take a step forward, staring him down. "You have no idea the power a woman has in a relationship, do you? Because if you did, then you'll know that the playing cards are indeed in my hands."

"I could end this agreement and tell my family that we broke off the engagement. Maybe you cheated or we're just not compatible. You'd walk away with nothing and go back to dancing on a pole for coins. And let's not even think about what happens to your mom."

"My mom...yada-yada." I can't help the laugh that bursts out of me. "That's the only thing you hold above me. The money! Jesus, Oliver f*****g Kane! Is everything about the money to you?!"

He tilts his head. "Everything is about money. I can change your life."

"And I can ruin yours, dear fiancé. All I have to do is come out to the public and claim you were abusive. I'll sue you and walk away with millions, while you'd be charged with domestic assault and the name of you and your family will be beneath my little feet!"

The silence in that follows is loud. Then the scoff that blooms into a full blown laughter and then the clapping.

"Wow," Oliver says between breaths. "You are one hell of a woman, I give you that. But you're naive and you have no idea how the world works."

I'm standing stupidly in my little red dress, staring at the man that never smiles wide, with a huge grin on his face, revealing dimples at the side of his cheeks.

He pushes away from the table and begins walking slowly towards me. "The world belongs to the powerful. So even if you truly had a way of accusing me of such, I could–" he drags a finger across his throat "–the case would be buried and no one would care, save your mom who would be paid a hefty sum and her health bill taken care of. And that's just if you could manage to accuse me of domestic assault. This house is fully equipped with cameras, so there's no record of me ever hitting you. If anything, you struck me this morning so you're the assaulter, you silly girl."

He's directly in front of me now, his breath fanning my face. "I hold the cards in this game. I am above you. As at this moment until our deal is over, I own you. So you do whatever I say."

Hot tears threaten to spill down my cheeks but I hold them back. "And if I refuse?"

"Oh darling," he chuckles. "You won't."

His lips are on mine then, hard and painful. His teeth biting and his tongue pushing against my teeth to gain access into my mouth. Of course, like a moth drawn to a flame, I grant him access because my body listens to him.

My hands curl around his neck for support as he lifts me up from the ground and pins my back against the wall. I'm mad at him and I want to spit on his face, but having our bodies dance like this?

I'm nothing but pudding.

In a quick snap, my dress comes off and I'm bare against him. His mouth goes from mine to my neck, and it traces a fine line down to my n*****s, biting more than sucking. In a way I never expected, I'm drunk on the blissful pain that he delivers on my body, my p***y already dripping with need for him.

He brings his mouth back to mine again, but before I can claim his lips completely, he turns me over, so my back is to him.

"Do you know what happens to ladies that don't obey my orders?" He breaths down into my ear, one hand pinning both my hands to the wall, and the other hand freeing his erection.

I shake my head, unable to muster a word.

"I'm talking to you."

"No." I gulp.

"They get punished, little Miss Verde."

I'm split apart immediately by his massive d**k, a whimper escaping my throat. Pain travels from my wet muscles all the way to my brain, but somehow, it's... delicious?

He pushes his way in completely and I have to spread my legs a little extra to be able to accommodate him well. His thrusts are slow at first, his hands coming to rest on the swell of my breasts.

But they soon become faster with his nuts slapping against my thighs. I don't know when I begin to scream with the sheer pain and pleasure overtaking my senses, and it's so loud, he brings his hand to cover my mouth.

The muscles in my body tenses as my orgasm curls inside of me and just when I begin to feel the blissful release, Oliver pulls out of me, leaving me to crumble in a shaking heap on the ground.

He stares at me blankly as he pumps himself off in my face. I reach up for him, thinking he wants me to suck him off, but he shifts away from me and keeps pumping until he orgasms. His warm load spills on my face and a little on my breasts.

Then like nothing happened, he fixes himself and squats down to my level.

"Oli...ver," I whisper in pure need, my fingers already reaching to finish what he started. "Please..."

He chuckles as he shakes his head. "This is where you belong, Juno. You won't refuse my orders, because you can't."

Then he walks past me to the door, heading out of his office and leaving me naked and shaking with need on the floor.

"Bastard," I whisper, shoving my fingers up my throbbing wet folds and bringing myself to an orgasm that doesn't hit half as hard as it would have if he'd done it.

I sit there for a while until the clarity hits and I look down at myself. I look like a street s*x worker, with hickies all over my body and his load dripping off me.

This is what he saw when he said that this is where I belong, and I let him put me here.

He's right.

I won't refuse his orders because I can't. Not because I need the money, but because there's that stupid part of me that is begging for his validation. Begging for him to see me as someone worth respecting. As an equal.

I crawl to my discarded dress and try to slip it on without ripping it any further than he did. That only makes it fall apart completely and defeated, I curl myself up in a ball and let the tears out.

Stupid... stupid. I'm so stupid...so f*****g stupid.