Olivia’s POV
The crowd's reaction was immediate. Cheers and applause erupted as I moved sensuously, my body becoming a tantalizing silhouette against the spotlight. I locked eyes with a few of the men in the front row, their lustful gazes feeding my performance. Despite my initial nerves, I felt a surge of confidence. This was my moment to shine, to earn the money I desperately needed. As I continued to dance, I couldn't help but scan the crowd for familiar faces. High-profile businessmen and celebrities often frequented the club, their identities hidden behind masks. As I made my signature moves, my eyes met those of a masked DOM. He looked different and unfamiliar. Despite not being able to see the faces of Doms, I could easily recognize our usual members by the color and shape of their eyes, but this DOM, I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. He was fully masked, with only his lips and piercing green eyes visible. He was sitting in a VIP booth, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Gulping nervously, I forced myself to focus on the dance, on the movements that would bring in the most tips. As the song neared its end, I finished with a flourish, arching my back and throwing my head back as the crowd erupted in applause. Dollar bills rained down on the stage, and I couldn't help but smile. It had been a successful performance. The money on the stage is usually divided into six parts: one part each for the four strippers and the other parts for the club. As strippers, we have to hustle for our personal money by giving lap dances. Getting off the stage, I walked over to a familiar masked DOM, who smirked at me and gestured for me to dance for him. Slowly, I got closer to him, turned my back against him, and lowered myself before him so that my ass was right in front of him. “Perfect ass,” he groaned and tried touching my ass, but I moved away. He frowned, took out some cash from his pocket, and handed it over to me. “Now we are talking, sir.” I smirked and lowered my ass again to him, allowing him to smack it this time. “So soft!” he groaned and kept spanking my ass while I began twerking for him. My moves were graceful and seductive, and I could hear him groaning as he massaged my ass cheeks. “Give me a lap dance, baby girl,” he demanded huskily, and I swallowed my emotions and turned to him. I straddled his lap, my legs on either side of his, keeping a respectful distance while giving the illusion of intimacy. As I started to move my hips in slow, circular motions, his hands roamed over my back. This was part of the job—keeping them wanting more, but never letting them have too much. The crowd's noise faded into the background as I focused on the man in front of me. He was clearly enjoying himself, his grip tightening occasionally, but he remained respectful of the club's rules. I noticed that as I moved on him, his dick was becoming hard, but I ignored it. I was already used to Doms getting aroused whenever I gave them a lap dance. He tried touching my boobs, but I moved away, and he frowned. “How much to fuck you?” he asked, his voice filled with desire as he held my ass. “I don’t fuck clients,” I responded while continuing to give him the lap dance. “Name your price.” “I’m priceless for sex,” I responded, and the DOM frowned, but I ignored his frown and went on with the lap dance. I noticed the masked DOM with the piercing green eyes watching me from his VIP booth. His gaze never wavered, and the intensity of his stare made my skin prickle with a mix of fear and intrigue. Who was he? And why was his gaze having such an effect on me? When the song ended, I gracefully stood up and collected the cash the man handed me. “Thank you, sir,” I said, forcing a polite smile. As I tried to walk away, but I noticed the green-eyed man gesturing for me to come over to him. “Me?” I asked nervously and saw him nod. Damn! Why was I feeling so nervous? Sucking in a deep breath, I seductively approached him, ignoring calls from the other Doms. Reaching where he sat, I flashed a friendly smile, but his expression was stern and firm. The masked DOM’s intense gaze didn't waver. He lounged in the plush seat with an air of authority, exuding confidence and power. I could feel his eyes trailing every part of my body. “Would you like a dance, sir?” I asked, my voice steady but polite. He nodded, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Yes. Dance for me,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, and I surprisingly found myself submitting to him. I took a deep breath and began to move, swaying my hips in rhythm to the music. My body moved instinctively, every motion designed to entice and captivate him. His eyes followed my every move, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze burning into me. It was as if he were seeing right through me, seeing all my vulnerabilities and fears. As I danced, I couldn't shake the feeling that this masked DOM was different. There was something about him that set him apart from the other patrons. His presence was commanding, almost magnetic, and I found myself drawn to him. “Come closer,” he instructed, his voice soft but firm. I stepped closer, my body brushing against his knees. He reached out, his hands gently resting on my hips, guiding my movements. His touch was firm but not intrusive, commanding but not overbearing. It sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. “What’s your name?” he asked, his eyes never leaving mine. “Olivia,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Olivia,” he repeated, as if tasting the name on his tongue. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” “Thank you, sir,” I said, forcing a smile. He leaned back, still holding my gaze. “Twerk for me.” He demanded, and I nodded before turning my back to him. As I turned around, I felt the weight of his piercing gaze on me. His intense eyes tracked my every move, making me feel both exposed and powerful. I began to twerk, my movements slow and seductive. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. His hands rested lightly on my hips, not to control, but to feel the rhythm of my dance. He caressed my ass, and instead of feeling disgusted as I usually did when other Doms touched me, I leaned into his touch and wanted more. Fuck! What is wrong with me? “Turn around," he commanded softly. I did as he asked, facing him once more. He studied me for a moment, his gaze piercing through the mask. "Sit on me.” He demanded. Swallowing my anxiety, I straddled him, my knees on either side of his thighs, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his pants. His eyes never left mine, and I found myself captivated by the intensity of his gaze. His hands rested on my hips, guiding my movements once more as I began to grind against him slowly, sensually. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the firm grip of his hands sending shivers down my spine. It was as if he had a magnetic pull, that I couldn’t resist. “Do you enjoy this, Olivia?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur that sent a thrill through me. “Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t a complete lie. There was something about this masked DOM that was different, something that made this dance feel less like a job and more like an intimate connection. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Good. Because I want to fuck you,” he groaned into my ear, and my breath hitched. I have heard countless men say such words to me, but why does it feel so different coming from him? Why does my whole body jerk in anticipation the moment he says that? “Tell me your price and consider it paid,” he muttered while I remained speechless and numb. Our gazes interlocked, and for a moment, I couldn’t look away from him. I was so intoxicated by his gaze that I couldn’t look away, and neither could he look away from me either. “Beep, beep,” the beeping of his cellphone made us break eye contact, and I heard him sigh as he reached for his phone. He picked up the call and placed the cellphone to his ear. But Something caught my attention, something that made my breath hitch in my chest. Right on his left wrist was the same unmistakable scorpion tattoo, the same tattoo that has been imprinted in my mind, the same tattoo that was on the wrist of the masked man who assassinated my family!Olivia's POVMy heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The masked man with the scorpion tattoo, the one who had haunted my nightmares, was here, right in front of me. Years of grief and a burning desire for vengeance surged within me. How could it be him?I took another look at the tattoo and my eyes dilated. I wasn’t mistaken. It was him. It wasn’t a coincidence. He was the one who shot my father. He was here, my worst nightmare sitting before me.Quickly, I stepped away from him and saw his brow furrow. “Excuse me,” I murmured in panic and didn’t wait for him to respond before sprinting away.My steps were hurried and unsteady as I stumbled backstage, my mind racing with a mix of fear and anger. I pressed my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. My hands shook as I wrapped my arms around myself, attempting to calm the storm raging inside me.The scorpion tattoo. The assassin of my family. Here. Now. How could he be here? Was it a coincidence, o
Alpha Enzo’s POVI saw a flicker of anger and hate in those alluring sea blue eyes the moment I made my offer.The moment my eyes fell on her as she walked onto the stage with the other strippers, I couldn’t take them off her. There was something about her, like a magnetic force that I couldn’t explain. I knew I was a man who really gets attracted to beautiful and sexy ladies, but hers was different. I couldn’t just look away from her.Watching her dance so sexily on that stage made me intrigued and yet somehow jealous. I was jealous that other men could sit and drool over her when it should only be me. When I saw her giving a lap dance to that man, I felt uncomfortable in my seat and couldn’t look away. All I wanted was to go pull her away and claim her as mine, which was insane because I had barely known her for a few minutes.When she began twerking for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I wished I could pull her into a room and make her submit to me right at that moment, but
Alpha Enzo's POVObeying my command, the sub began trailing her fingers from her boobs down to her stomach, and then she located her pussy. I watched her spread her thighs wider as she slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy and moaned. As she fingered herself, her hand went to her nipple, and she began rubbing it while I groaned, unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and took out my semi-hardened dick.When the sub got a glimpse of my dick, she stared at it with desire while increasing the pace of her fingers.“On your feet and pick up the vibrator from the bed,” I ordered.“Yes, master,” she obeyed and quickly went for the vibrator.“Can you take double penetration?” I asked.“Yes, master,” she replied excitedly.“Good girl, come here,” I said. She obeyed and moved closer to me. Gently, I caressed her cheek while she closed her eyes and mumbled at my touch. “Get on the bed and face me.”“Yes, master.” She climbed on the bed and knelt before me.“Put the vibrator in you,” I ordered while I
Olivia's POVI saw him walking away, and I excused myself to follow him, only to realize he wasn’t leaving; rather, he was entering one of the VIP private rooms. Probably, the sub was waiting for him.Going back to the bar, I met with Sonia, who was serving drinks to some Doms. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange ever since you returned from the dance. Did something happen there?” she asked, and I didn’t know how to tell her. How do I tell her that the man who had led the gang that murdered my parents and put my brother in a coma was right here, covered in a mask?“Oli, you can tell me anything, you know that, right?” she pressed on while I flashed her a weak smile and nodded. “Don’t worry, Sonia, it’s nothing serious,” I assured her. Sonia gave me a worried look before shrugging her shoulders. “If you say so,” she said and went back to work.Sucking a deep breath, I continued working, but from time to time, I looked around, hoping to see him again. I didn’t want him to just dis
Olivia's POV“This is great news, Olivia. I am so happy for you,” Sonia said excitedly the moment I broke the news to her. “So when do you start?” “Tomorrow. I'm excited and also nervous,” I said, and Sonia gave me a comforting squeeze on the shoulders. “Don't worry. I believe you will do just great there,” she assured me, and I smiled at her encouragement, which was exactly what I needed.“Sonia!” a DOM called for Sonia’s service, and she left while I continued cleaning the glass. Suddenly, I felt a strange yet familiar sensation and lifted my head. When I did, I noticed he was standing right across from me. Despite the black mask, I easily recognized him because of his remarkable shade of green eyes, which I haven't seen on anyone else. To be sure it was really him, I moved my gaze to his wrist but noticed the sleeves of his shirt were covering the tattoo.“We meet again,” he smirked while I frowned and lifted my gaze to look up at him. Our eyes interlocked, and I stared back at him
Olivia's POVStepping into the room, I realized it was dimly lit except for the red light on the stage. “Come with me,” Damon said, and I followed him to the bar while scanning the room, glancing at the Doms and subs already seated, waiting for the play to begin.Damon led me to the bar stand and introduced me to the bar lady from whom I would be taking drinks. We exchanged greetings before Damon gestured for me to go stand in a corner.“Be careful, don't stare at them in the eyes. If you do, they will think you are trying to identify who they are, and that's not good,” he warned. I nodded, having no business knowing who they were.Taking a deep breath, I walked in the direction he pointed and took my position.“You,” a masked DOM signaled to me, and I hurriedly made my way towards him. “You are new here?” he asked, and I nodded.“Yes, sir. My post is normally at bar stand three,” I replied politely, and he nodded.“I see,” he said, running a quick gaze over me, which I found uncomfor
Olivia's POVAfter getting dressed in a black skirt and a button-up shirt, I put my hair in a bun and stood before the mirror. It was the first day of my internship at the prestigious Luciano Company, and I was damn nervous but also excited. For years, I had dreamed of working there, and today, that dream was coming true, although it was just for an internship program that would last for six months.“You can do this, Olivia,” I assured myself. I glanced at myself one more time in the mirror before moving away to grab my bag. After gathering my things, I left my apartment and took a taxi to the hospital. Today was a big day for me, and I needed to see my only family member who was still alive.Boarding a taxi, I arrived at the hospital and went to James's room. Entering the door, I shut it and made my way to the bed, pulling up a seat before staring at his unconscious body. It's been six years since he has been in this state, yet there have been no improvements. The hospital bills kept
Alpha Enzo’s POVIt felt like a dream. The same lady who had occupied my thoughts for the past few days was standing right before me, looking shocked and confused. “Olivia…” I muttered. “You…” she stuttered, clearly shocked to see me. Sarah cleared her throat. “Sir, this is the new intern, Miss Olivia Parker. You asked to see all the new interns.” Her words barely registered as all I could focus on was Olivia standing before me, our eyes interlocking. “Greet,” Sarah urged her. I noticed Olivia nervously licking her lips and composing herself. “Good morning, sir,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the evident tension. “Good morning, Olivia,” I replied, my voice calm but my mind racing. I tore my gaze away from her to address Sarah. “Thank you, Sarah. You can leave us now.” Sarah nodded and quietly exited the room, leaving Olivia and me alone. I moved my gaze back to Olivia, who seemed shocked, confused, and worried. “We meet again.” I smirked, but she swallowed nervously and