Chapter 30: Chapter Twenty-nine

The restroom smelled faintly of fresh perfume mixed with the sharp sting of bleach. Mirabella stood at the long white sink, her trembling hands splashing cool water over her flushed face as she stared at the mirror. She had finally managed to escape Hunter’s suffocating grip, but only because she told him she needed to use the bathroom. If not for that, she was sure he would have kept her pinned on his lap all night, as he uses his hands and fingers to torment her while people watched.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to calm her breathing. She could still feel his touch burning on her thighs, and on her clit. The shameful pleasure that had made her hide her face in his chest. It was too kink to even think about. She had never thought she would be touched in a public place. And somehow, it felt good.

“Get a grip, Mirabella, awfff.” She whispered to herself, shaking the water off her hands before reaching for the tissue dispenser on the wall.

The door to the restroom creaked open behind her, and she saw the reflection of Jackie in the mirror. She was wearing her usual smug, condescending look, as though she owned the world and everyone else was beneath her.

Jackie’s lips curved into a cruel smile as she crossed her arms.

“Well, well,” Jackie began, her heels clicking against the tiles as she approached, “if it isn't the little slut. The little toy who thinks she’s now special.”

Mirabella stilled, her fingers tightening on the tissue. Slowly, she turned to face her. “Toy, really?” she asked quietly, though her voice carried steel.

“Yes,” Jackie hissed, stepping closer. “You think Hunter wants you for more than your pretty little body? Think again. He’ll use you, toss you aside, and then you’ll see what a fool you were. That’s all you are, Mirabella. A temporary distraction.”

Mirabella’s lips twitched upward into the faintest smile, though she wanted to scratch the other woman's face badly. “Really though, is that all you got? The toy thing? Well if I’m just a toy, Jackie, then I must be his favorite one. Because he doesn’t seem to be letting me go, does he?”

Jackie’s eyes flashed with anger, but Mirabella didn’t stop. “And as for being used?” She tilted her head. “I enjoy what he does to me. Especially the sex. Hunter… gives really good sex.” She said it deliberately, savoring the way Jackie’s nostrils flared.

“You little virgin. Don't try to act like a baddie. He was your first, wasn't he?” Jackie’s face held a satisfying smirk. She wanted to say more, but the restroom door swung open again.

Saraphina stepped inside, her red lips curving into a wicked grin. Her gaze swept over the two women before she laughed mockingly.

“Well, well, well,” Saraphina drawled, leaning lazily against the wall, “if it isn’t the club’s bitch.”

Jackie spun, glaring at her. “Shut up, Saraphina. I'm not here for you.”

Saraphina smirked. “Touchy, aren’t we? Who are you here for then?”

Jackie scoffed and turned back to Mirabella, ready to say more shit again, but Saraphina’s voice sliced through the air.

“Don’t waste your time,” Saraphina said sharply. “Hunter’s not looking at you anymore. Haven’t you noticed already? Or you just like living on false hope. But Mirabella, He’s totally into her, Jackie. Really into her. So I'd advise you to look elsewhere. Find youself a new fuck buddy. Hunter is no longer attracted to you. Even though till now I can't seem to see exactly what he saw in you. ”

Jackie froze, her jaw tight, then scoffed again before storming out, her heels clicking angrily down the hall.

The silence stretched, and Mirabella finally let out the breath she’d been holding. Her eyes shifted to Saraphina warily. “You are mean. Remind me never to get on your bad side. Ever.”

Saraphina shrugged. “I don’t like Jackie. And besides,” she tilted her head, her voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial, “I meant what I said earlier. Hunter is totally obsessed with you. He’s never been possessive over a woman before. Not like this. Trust me, I’ve seen him with different women. But you…” She smirked. “You’re different.”

Mirabella shook her head, dapping the tissue on her already dry hands. “You’re wrong. He only wants my body. That’s it.”

Saraphina chuckled darkly, her eyes glinting. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But you can’t hide from what’s plain as day. Come out when you are ready.” She pushed off the wall and walked out, leaving Mirabella staring at her own reflection, unsettled by her words.

Meanwhile, across the club, in one of the private rooms behind the velvet curtains, Harper shoved Ramos back with both hands, her chest heaving.

“You bastard,” she hissed, her eyes blazing, “I told you to leave me the hell alone!”

Ramos smirked, towering over her, his broad shoulders filling the space like a predator cornering prey. His dark eyes burned with a mixture of lust and fury. “You keep saying that,” he growled, his voice rough, “but your body doesn’t agree.”

Before she could retort, he gripped the neckline of her dress and ripped it apart with one brutal tug. Harper gasped, cursing as the fabric tore away.

“You son of a…”

Her words cut off as he slammed her against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers. She bit at his lip, cursed against his tongue, but still kissed him back hungrily. Their hands tore at each other’s clothes, desperate, angry, but needy.

“Damn you, Ramos,” Harper panted as he freed her bra and let it fall. “You always do this! You always find a way to get into my panties.”

“Because you crave me,” Ramos snarled, shoving his jeans down and lifting her with brutal ease. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, even as she slapped his shoulder. “Stop lying to yourself. You want me just as much.”

“I hate you,” Harper gasped, her nails raking down his back.

“You love my cock,” he growled in her ear, slamming into her without warning.

Harper cried out, her back hitting the wall as he drove into her mercilessly, each thrust hard and punishing. She clawed at his shoulders, half in anger, half in ecstasy.

“Say it,” Ramos demanded between thrusts, his voice ragged. “Say you want me.”

“Never,” Harper gasped, biting her lip as her head fell back.

He pounded harder, gripping her thighs, his teeth grazing her throat. “Liar. Feel how wet you are? You’ve been running from me, but your body begs for me every time.”

Harper whimpered, trying to fight the wave of pleasure that built inside her. “Damn you…”

He pulled her hair back, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You’ll come on me, Harper. And when you do, you’ll know what I do to you.”

The roughness, the dominance, the intensity—it broke her defenses. Harper screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her nails digging into his skin as her body shuddered violently.

Ramos groaned deeply, thrusting harder until he spilled inside her, holding her tight against the wall. His forehead pressed to hers, his breath heavy and uneven.

“You keep running,” he muttered hoarsely, “but you’ll always end up in my bed.”

Harper’s chest heaved, her body trembling in the aftermath. He was right. She always ended up in his bed.

Out in the main club, Hunter’s patience was wearing thin as his men talked, their voices low as they discussed business, but his eyes kept darting toward the hallway where Mirabella had disappeared. Every second without her near him clawed at his insides.

When she finally reappeared, his dark gaze locked on her instantly. She looked flustered, her cheeks flushed, as though something had happened in the restroom. His jaw tightened. He didn’t like the thought of anyone upsetting her— well, except him.

He stood, his towering frame drawing attention as he strode toward her. His men watched silently, some smirking knowingly.

“Time to go,” Hunter announced, his voice deep and commanding.

Mirabella blinked, startled. “What? No…I can’t. My shift isn’t over yet.”

Hunter’s lips curved into a dark, amused smile. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing her ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll finish your shift in my bed.”

Her face heated, her hands pressing against his chest to create some space between them. “Hunter, stop! I still have work…”

But he was done listening. With one swift motion, he bent, hooked his arm around her waist, and threw her over his shoulder.

“Hunter!” she yelped, pounding on his back with her fists. “Put me down!”

Her protest turned into a sharp squeal as his hand smacked her ass firmly. “Aww!” she gasped, her face burning.

Hunter smirked, striding toward the exit. “Keep wriggling, little minx, and I’ll spank you again.”

“Hunter!” she cried, kicking her legs, but he only delivered another sharp slap to her backside.

The men at the table chuckled, some shaking their heads, others whistling. Saraphina smirked knowingly, while Harper—still flushed from her encounter with Ramos—emerged from the hallway with a sly grin.

Hunter walked through the crowd with Mirabella draped over his shoulder, her face red with embarrassment, her fists useless against his solid back.

“Hunter, drop me down!” she whispered desperately. “People are watching!”

He chuckled darkly. “Good. Let them see. You’re mine, Mirabella. And tonight… I’m going to wreck you.”

The crowd parted before him, through the club. And Mirabella, her heart pounding and her body trembling, realized there was no escaping him at all.