Chapter 282 - Impaled to the Hilt (1/2)

Changing his mind, Maxen cleared his throat and his eyes landed from the lady on the left pole, then to the right. ”Ladies, if you can excuse us. I'd like to have a word with your recruit.”

He flashed the ladies his signature smile, and the two exited the room in record time.

When the coast was clear, Maxen stood from his seat and walked towards the bar, locating the security cameras hidden in one of the cabinets under the bar's island.

He made sure that nobody was in that room. His eyes perused every thumbnail on the screen, and when he was satisfied with what he saw, he activated the main lock of the room, preventing others from entering the premises.

”What am I going to do with you, Olivia?” Maxen uttered under his breath. His left hand braced on his hip, while his free one scratched the skin above his eyebrows.

Eyeing Olivia, he gritted his teeth when she dropped the uniform on the floor, yet again, and started doing another round of spins on the pole.

Shaking his head, he poured himself another drink and unbuttoned his suit jacket as he stalked towards his prey who was playing in the prairie, completely unaware of how he would devour her right there on the stage like an animal in the wild.

As he got closer to the stage, he then yanked his tie, loosening up his collar to give him more room to breathe.

Going back to his throne, he leaned his back on the scallop-shaped rest and raised a drink to Olivia.

”Bum on the floor, Olivia,” he commanded, surprising Olivia.

Something about Maxen's tone held the promise of punishment and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e wrapped into one for Olivia made her heart pound in her c.h.e.s.t, she could hear it in her ears.

So she did as told and sat on her bum, wincing when her flesh kissed the cold fiberglass stage.

Taking a sip of the amber liquid in his glass, Maxen said, ”Spread those legs for me and touch yourself until you come. I want to see that c.u.n.t wet before I f.u.c.k you on that stage.”

Olivia's eyes widened in shock at Maxen's crude words. She angled her head and countered, ”And you will just sit and watch?”

”Why? Are you shy now?” Maxen challenged, raising a brow at Olivia.

”I just gave you a show, Max. I could say that's enough indication that I am not shy.”

”Good. Then sit on the floor, and continue your show.”

Olivia took reprieve on the brewing storm of need in Maxen's blue eyes. Good. At least she knew they shared the same need to be satiated before leaving this place.

It was obvious he was taming down the beast in him by taking charge of the situation.

Smirking at him, she parted her knees apart in a 'V'. Her hands then skimmed from her knees to the length of her t.h.i.g.hs.