In which, an innocent assistant is seduced by his boss, a notorious ice queen... and a dominatrix.
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In a world dominated by men, Avyanna Mikhail had to fight tooth and nail to rule over her father's company. A final pr...
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recap: Roman and Avyanna, on their way back from the amusement park, faces some goons.
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"Think like a queen.A queen is not afraid to fail.Failure is another stepping
stone to greatness."― Oprah Winfrey.
Avyanna's POV:
"Give us everything you have!"
The fluctuation of my rapidly palpitating heart deafened me as my eyes met Roman's.
Roman held his arms up in a surrendering motion, "We were just out for a walk-"
"I said SHUT UP!" I flinched as his loud voice splitted my ears into half, the grotesque smell of weed wafted around me like a serpent coiling around its prey. A retch broke through me as I struggled against the hold of the man.
The grip on my arms tightened painfully, making me wince. I thrashed against the goon, hoping to catch him off-guard.
A burst of pain resonated through my skull, fast as lightning and I went limp against him. The absolute rush of pain made me dizzy.
"Stop moving!" He grumbled, "Someone tie this bitch up."
"Motherfucker!" Roman grumbles, as I feel the gun on my temple digging deeper into my skin. At that moment, his eyes glowed and burned behind his glasses, as if a raging inferno wreaked havoc in them.
Dots of black danced in front of my eyes, illusive and blinding. The world faded away as half of it was covered in the monochromatic shade of it. The warmth at the back of my head soaked my hair. Blood. I was bleeding.
I straightened it just this afternoon, motherfuckers had to ruin it.
"Listen," His voice sounded light, like a feather whispering away in the wind. Concerned, enraged, deep, rich. I could listen to it all day, "I will give you everything I have. Release her."
