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check, because the last thing she wanted to show around Trent was hope.
    “I’m disappointed in you, Olive. You don’t like my company?”
    She wouldn’t have liked it if she only had to spend a minute in his presence, but the fact she had been dancing at his sleazy club for the past three weeks, made her sick to just think about it. She wanted to slit her own wrists on a daily basis. If there had been another way to go about this she would have taken that road, but Olive had no money, and aside from Holden she had no other family. “You know I don’t, Trent. This week can’t go fast enough.” She might do what he said, rub herself on the pole in his nasty club, and even be forced to endure his presence, but she would still make it known that she wasn’t weak. She looked out the window, but was very aware of Trent and the fact his eyes were right on here. The leopard wanted her, and didn’t make it a secret.
    “Come here, Olive.” She snapped her head in his direction when he said those three words softly, but with assertiveness. When she didn’t move fast enough he barked out, “Get the fuck over here.” He patted his lap and smiled. “It’s time for you to make me feel better.”
    “What?” Dammit, she hated that her voice cracked.
    “I think you owe me a little something for the scene that you caused back there.” Olive didn’t both telling him once again that she had nothing to do with that, because it would have been pointless. “Now.”
    That one word had had a chill racing up her spine. She slid off her seat and moved over to where he sat. There were a few inches between them, but apparently that was a few too many. Trent reached out, gripped her around the arms hard enough that she gasped, and pulled her onto his lap. He had his hand in her hair, and yanked her head back with enough force that pain lanced up her skull.
    “You smell so good, and look so damn delicious that I am having a hard time not doing what I really want to you, Olive.” He ran his tongue up her cheek, and she closed her eyes and grimaced. His leopard was the one taking control, and she felt the roughness of his tongue on her flesh. “If you knew that things I wanted to do to you, you would run screaming.” He licked her again and again, and she held back the bile that threatened to rise. “And it would be music to my ears.” He took hold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger and yanked her face toward his. “I want you to kiss me like you’re afraid of me, Olive. I want to feel your fear, smell it, and taste it.” He looked at her lips. “But I don’t think that will be very hard for you seeing as the tangy smell of how scared you are fills my nose and makes my dick hard.”
    She could feel the disgusting length right beneath her bottom, and everything inside of her tightened in fear. He could take her right now, but as she had learned in her short time with Trent, he enjoyed the game just as much as the outcome .. He leaned in and kissed her, and she didn’t have to pretend to be frightened of him, because Olive had never been more afraid of someone or something than she was of Trent Sharpe.
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    Liam was fuming, really fucking fuming. All he could think about was his mate, and how he had just watched her go. All that shit had gone down last night, but his body was still on alert as if he was standing right next to that asshole leopard. He would have gone after his mate, but Striker and Bodhe had stopped him. He glared at his two friends, and knew his eyes were as black as the coal fueling his inner fire. They had kept him away from his mate. A low growl left him at that thought. They were lucky that was the only thing he’d dealt them, because if he hadn’t controlled himself there wouldn’t be anything left of the males he considered his closest friends.
    “Dude, you’re lucky we showed up when we did and pulled your ass back. Did you see the big fuckers that came barreling out of the woodwork?