Chapter Fourteen: Lick it Clean!

The door swung open, and a bodyguard escorted a pot-bellied man into the private room.

Aurora trembled with fear.

Caleb wanted to come over to stop it, but he was stopped by another bodyguard and couldn't get through.

The bodyguard grab Aurora's arm.

"Ah, don't touch me, I won't do it..." Aurora was extremely scared, and in a panic, she kicked the bodyguard's knee with force.

The bodyguard didn't expect her to kick, and was kicked without any defense. His hand loosened.

Aurora's body hit Maverick due to momentum.

Maverick was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and the liquid spiled out all at once, wetting his slender and powerful fingers, dripping down.

The atmosphere in the private room froze instantly, and the temperature seemed to drop.

Aurora was so scared that her voice trembled, "I... I'll help you wipe it!" She hurriedly took the towel from the coffee table to wipe Maverick's hand.

However, he withdrew his hand.

Aurora looked puzzled and frightened, then she heard Maverick's cold voice, "Lick it clean!"

"wh.. what?" Aurora starmmered.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Maverick's voice was even colder, intimidating.

"Maverick! Why are you humiliating her like this? Isn't what happened before enough!" Caleb couldn't contain his anger and pushed the bodyguard away, ready to save Aurora.

Maverick's bodyguard was not a pushover, he was a professional!

As Aurora swung his fist, the bodyguard stepped back and swept his leg.

Caleb quickly dodged, throwing his fist towards the bodyguard's face.

The bodyguard leaned his head to the side, avoiding the punch, and punched Caleb in the stomach with his iron fist.

"Ugh!" Caleb groaned, taking several steps back, his stomach churning as he struggled to suppress the discomfort, his face turning pale.

Aurora saw what happened and anxiously said, "Caleb, it's not your business! Don't worry about me!"

"I'm fine..." Caleb's voice was hoarse with pain.

"You can go now!" Aurora looked away touching Maverick's hand that was still dripping with liquid, shivering all over. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the back of his hand, which was covered in veins.

"Aurora...," Caleb watched, stunned, as Aurora knelt, cleaning Maverick's hand.

"Be careful." The commanding voice from above was stern but not angry.

Aurora held back her tears and abandoned her dignity and everything else to focus on cleaning Maverick's hands.

From the back of his hand to his fingertips.

Maverick's deep black eyes looked cold and ruthless, like he was looking down on a kneeling ant.

Just as he was humiliating Aurora with an attitude of control, his fingertips suddenly trembled. Aurora's muscles tensed subconsciously, like a wild beast threatened with danger!

Aurora was startled and retreated, not knowing what she had done wrong, staring at Maverick motionlessly.

Before she could react, Maverick grabbed her jaw, his voice menacing. "Indeed, there are some things that don't need to be taught by others." Maverick's voice was full of malice, and he ordered, "Strip and keep your client company!"

Aurora was stunned unable to process his words.

"Maverick, let her go! What did she do wrong for you to treat her like this? It was the same before, and it's the same now! Even if Patience did something crazy, she's just her mother in name and didn't recognize her. Why take it out on her? I really don't understand!" Caleb said, approaching Maverick.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Maverick's cold voice and sharp eyes pierced straight into the heart.

Caleb's throat tightened as he was questioned, "I can't bear to see Aurora being treated like this. She's so innocent."

"There are no innocent people here with me! If you can't bear it, then you can leave!" Maverick replied coldly and mercilessly.

The bodyguard stepped forward and pulled Aurora's arm, and she forgot to resist.

Perhaps she understood that even if she resisted, it would be futile.

"Aurora!" Caleb wanted to step forward, but was stoppedby another bodyguard.

Maverick looked at him coldly and ordered, "Walk him out!"

"No, Maverick, you can't do this..." Caleb struggled to break free but it was futile.

After Caleb was led out, Maverick's cold gaze swept over Aurora, "What are you waiting for?" He asked, his voice merciless.

Aurora's fear was palpable as she turned to face the pot-bellied man, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I can't do it," she protested, attempting to sound brave, but her trembling voice betrayed her.

"Do you think I need your permission?" Maverick sneered, his tone dripping with contempt.

Aurora knew she was outnumbered, with multiple bodyguards looming in the room. One word from Maverick, and they would pounce.

The thought of undressing herself in front of these men was unbearable, especially since she was the only woman present.

Aurora's eyes begged Maverick for mercy. "Please..." she whispered.

But before she could finish, Maverick's thunderous voice cut her off, directing his anger at the bodyguard. "Are you all dead!"

The bodyguards sprang into action, stripping Aurora of her clothes in the blink of an eye. She stood exposed and vulnerable, her eyes screwed shut in humiliation.

Aurora's hands instinctively flew to cover herself, but she couldn't shield her dignity.

The room fell silent, except for the soft sobs that escaped her lips. She refused to open her eyes, unable to bear the thought of the men leering at her naked body.

In that moment, Aurora vowed never to forgive Maverick for the unbearable shame and degradation he had inflicted upon her.

"Open your eyes!" Maverick's voice cut through the silence, his command cold and detached.

Aurora slowly opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Maverick's. Tears streamed down her face as she burst into sobs.

Maverick motioned to the pot-bellied man, his eyes glinting with cruelty, "Sit on his lap," he commanded.

Aurora's face burned with shame as she hesitated.

Maverick's voice cracked through the air, his patience wearing him, "Now!"

Aurora slowly sat down on the pot- bellied man's laps, her eyes fixed on the floor.

The man's hands roamed over her body, his touch making her skin crawl.

Maverick's voice was cold and detached as he commanded, "Grind him."

Aurora's eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was asking her to do.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she began to move her body, her movement awkward and hesitant.

The pot-bellied man groaned, his hands tightening around her waist.

Maverick watched the scene unfold, his eyes glinting with interest. "Harder," he commanded, his voice dripping with malice.

Aurora's face burned with shame as she increased her movement.

The pot-bellied man's groan deepened, his hands roaming over her body.

Aurora sobbed uncontrollably as she felt herself being reduced to a mere object.

She hated Maverick, hated him with every fiber of her being.

After a long agonising moment of torture, Maverick finally spoke.

"You can stop."

Aurora immediately stood up and ran toward the restroom, her body trembling with shame and humiliation.