June didn’t say anything, waiting for her to continue.
“‘Heiress Weds Salvador Moreno II In Surprise Marriage Ceremony.’” The crop twitched in Miquela’s hand.That fucking picture of her and that weasel. “I couldn’t believe my eyes. They had hitched in Jamaica on the day she was supposed to come meet me. She had to have known she was going to do that. Why the hell did she agree to come to Miami if she was going to ditch me all along?”
“I’m sorry, Miquela.”
No matter how many times June said sorry, it wouldn’t change the past. “The next day, she called and asked me to meet her in Miami. I was so hungover when I went to see her for lunch. I still couldn’t believe it. The first thing out of my mouth waswhy?”
“Did she answer you?”
“Not at first. Then, when she spoke, she held not a bit of remorse. She said she was pregnant with Moreno’s kid. Can you believe it? Turned out she had been cheating on me for over a year.”
“Oh, my God.”
“The Morenos aren’t the best family around, ethically speaking. Lots of rumors that they’re in a certain trade I don’t want to talk about.”
“Of course.”
“I guess Rosa had a thing for families of sin. My family and their casinos… Salvador’s and the…mierda.” The crop was coming close to breaking in her hands. “They’re still together. They have three kids.” She finally dropped the crop, hands hanging limply at her sides. “Sometimes, I wish I were a man,and that kid could’ve been mine. Then my parents couldn’t object to us getting married. They’re a little old-fashioned like that.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered.” June’s sudden words surprised her. “She would’ve kept on cheating on you, Miquela. Your happiness would’ve been fleeting. I know it hurt, but it was for the best in the end.”
“Don’t you think I’ve thought about that constantly over the years?” She loved Rosa like she loved her own life, but it wouldn’t have been enough to keep her.My love is worthless. That was the same conclusion she always came to. Not like Miquela didn’t know what a “catch” she was. If even a woman like her couldn’t inspire someone to stay true, then how good was she, really? Money didn’t matter. Looks didn’t matter. Charm and a body she knew how to use didn’t fucking matter. She would’ve given Rosa the world, and she still would’ve played around. If not with her now husband, then with someone else. “Right after she dumped me and went back to her honeymoon, I went to an escort service and took whoever they would assign to me. That’s been my life ever since.” She snorted. “Only I’m more discerning now, of course.”
“So you buy sex instead of procuring it for free, like most people.” June was not smiling. Nor was she frowning. How was it possible for a woman to be so relaxed and impart her wisdom when she was strung up like that? “If you pay for it, then you’ve built that barrier between you and the other woman. If it’s free, then there’s the danger of emotions, and you might get hurt again.”
“I don’t want to think about how much of my life I gave her, and she didn’t even care.” Damn these feelings flooding her mind, her heart, and her body. “I hadn’t been with any other woman since the moment we met.”
“I’m so sorry, Miquela.” June’s arms trembled. “That’s a lot of pain to be carrying around for so long.” She regained her composure. “You’re here with me now. You’ve demanded this kind of night for a reason.” The look of determination on her face almost made her shudder. “Take it all out on me. Go on. I can handle it. Do whatever you want. I’m yours, Miquela. I’m not going anywhere. Tonight, you are the only one I’ll be thinking about. I am the most transparent woman you have ever met.” Her smile melted Miquela’s worries. “Now, use me unlike you’ve ever used a woman before.”
Easier said than done. For her, Miquela might chance feeling those emotions again.
Chapter 6
June
In truth, Miquela was starting to scare her a little.
Nothing she couldn’t handle. June had been on the receiving end of everyone’s scorn, passion, desire, guilt, and fear. Miquela was no different. Nope. She had a sad story, like everyone who came to see June. Sometimes that sad story was,“My father did despicable things to me as a child.”Or,“I saw my sister get hit by a car, and I can never get rid of that image.”Other times it was,“My wife doesn’t want me anymore. I don’t want her anymore. We can’t get divorced because of these crazy, dumb reasons.”
Miquela was the same as a hundred others. The woman she loved was gone. Those stories divided into death and dumped. If the poor girl hadn’t died a tragic death to send a woman into grieving for the rest of her life, then it was a terrible breakup that left innumerable scars on her heart. Miquela was no different from those poor sods.
She’s my poor sod, though. June couldn’t help but think that as Miquela kissed her.Kissedher.
Miquela nearly devoured her. Arms wrapped around her body. Lips marred her delicate skin. Tongue traveled the length of her lingerie strap, from cleavage to throat. Her scent infused every sense, reporting to her brain. June knew these scents well. Not just a woman’s perfume, shampoo, or body scent. Her adrenaline. Her pain.
If June wasn’t careful, she would absorb too much of it and be as lost as they were.I’ve never been in love. The urge to make love rose within her as Miquela squeezed, grabbed, groped, kissed, sucked, and bit.I think I know what it feels like, though. That was the thing about her position. She saw people at their lowest, deploring life. At their highest, celebrating life. She had a window into the heart and psyche that most women would kill to have.What have I done with it?Besides making money off it.
Once Miquela had her fill of touching and kissing June, she backed away, crop in hand and eyes wild with determination.
Here it came.
“Ah!” June cried out, mostly in pain and a little excitement, as the crop struck her ass.That’s right. I’m Rosa. I’m the bitch who cheated on you and married a man to have his baby. How does that make you feel?
June could take or leave being dominated. With a regular, like the kind who usually came into her boudoir, it was another thing to do. They spanked her, twisted her nipples, made her do whatever they wanted… and she went along with it, knowing how much money it made her. Sometimes, she got off on it. She understood the appeal of submitting. With the right person, it was amazing.
The way Miquela struck her wasn’t unleashing her demons. It was pleasing June, too.
The fifthwhack!was the most erotic. She grabbed June from behind, landing that blow right on her ass as fingers pinched her nipple. A spark of pleasure ripped through her. Then, in that moment, June understood. She understood that this was a woman worth giving her all to.
