Kira's POV. The employees exchanged uncertain glances, their murmurs fading into an uneasy silence."I understand your concerns," I continued, choosing my words carefully. "Change can be intimidating and maybe unwelcoming, especially when it comes in the form of new leadership. But I assure you, my intentions are not to disrupt, but to innovate."A ripple of skepticism ran through the crowd and some of them rained cusses at, but I pressed on, undeterred because I'm in the mood for reasoning. "I know that earning your trust won't be easy," I acknowledged, meeting their gazes with a bored expression. "But I'm willing to work for it. I'm willing to listen to your grievances, to address your concerns, and to prove myself worthy of this position.""So, I propose a compromise," I declared, leaning forward in my chair. "Give me a chance to prove myself. Give me your feedback, your suggestions, your criticisms. And together, we can build a better future for this company. What do you all say
Kira's POV. I stumbled out of the car, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders, as the sun was sinking low in the horizon. My head throbbed with each step; today's hectic day at work had drained me; I am not sure how much more work and dominance I would have to put in before I could rule peacefully. I have to gain complete control, and I will; it is only a matter of time before everyone knows my name... It is a lot of work, but I am willing to do it because the cause I am fighting for is worthwhile. With a bitter taste on my tongue, I whispered to myself, "Home sweet home."Even though I knew the path to success would not be simple, I became more determined every day to take my rightful place at the top.The stillness was broken as soon as I set foot on the sidewalk by a shy voice alerting me to someone standing close by. A young girl, her frame fragile and delicate, stood before me, her eyes wide with apprehension."Welcome, ma'am," she stammered, her voice trembling with nervousn
Kira's POVA chuckle escaped my lips as I looked left and right, around the room. This was the time to ask who he was and why he was wearing a mask in my house, but my eyes remained below his waist. The dim light made me see all of him clearly,my gaze lingered lower, drinking in every inch of his imposing frame. He was huge down there… tempting. Jones was the last man I had fucked since my exes, and since Jones died, I had been mourning and taking over. Seeing a living sacrifice in front of me made me smirk. My unusual craving for this naked man in front of me caused my legs to move of their own accord, closing the distance between us. As I reached him, my hands slid up to his broad shoulders, caressing them as I met his gaze. I didn't want to take his mask off just yet, what's the fun in that? “This will do wonders for my headache,” I thought, feeling a wicked grin spread across my face. “Get on with it, girl!” he hissed, impatience lacing his voice. I felt a surge of annoyance;
Kira’s POV“Who the fuck are you?” My voice was sharp, and I pressed the knife closer to his neck. He’d be a fool to think I couldn’t kill him just because we’d just shared an incredible fuck that I wouldn’t mind repeating.Damn it! This man is so good that even when I try to focus, his presence alone distracts me. Was he sent to kill me? Too bad for him; that’s not going to happen.I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his face. “Who the fuck sent you?” I demanded through gritted teeth.I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, feeling his cock grow even larger and harder inside me despite my knife at his throat made my eyes widened. “In the name of fu.ck!” I groaned, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. Goddess, I was getting distracted again.His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the mask, stared up at me. He seemed to savor my struggle, his lips curving into a smug smile.“Does it matter who sent me?” he rasped, his voice husky with lust. “You seemed to enjoy
Ashton's POV. Stepmom?That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious.Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. Fucking her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to sex, matching my energy with raw energy.Dropping onto my bed, I rubbed my cheek, remembering her hit, and smiled. The cut on my throat… that barbarian savage horny beasty. She’s not only wild but bossy, and a dominant b.i.t.c.h. I love it when my women don’t act submissive; it’s fun to break them. But Kira… She’s not my woman and never will be, but I can’t get that wild fuck out of my head. She’s everything I want to fuck and kill at the
Ashton's POV. "What would you like to eat, Sir?" a soft voice asked the moment I stepped into the large family dining room.I turned to see a tiny woman standing beside me, creasing my brow, I asked, "And you are?"She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink and I wondered why she was blushing. "I'm Annabella, a new servant, Sir. What would you like to have for breakfast?"A new servant. Who hired such a fragile-looking woman? She seemed like she could break at any moment. "Um, get me hot chocolate and some scrambled eggs," I mumbled, dismissing her as I made my way to the dining table.Some of the family members were already seated, but I didn't bother acknowledging them. I grabbed the newspaper and buried my head in it, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction."Ash, you gonna pretend like we don't exist?" A familiar feminine voice pierced through my focus, making me roll my eyes. I really wasn't in the mood for a conversation."Ashton!" Another voice, this time mal
Ashton's POV. I looked around, assessing the situation, there were just six of them. The gunmen were focused on Kira, giving me a moment to plan, they came for Kira and I guess whoever sent them informed them that they have no cause to worry about anyone saving Kira... I wonder where her trusted men were. "Go on, do your job, you must be eager to see me lying in my pool of blood. Where did you want the bullet, in my heart or straight into my brain?" She asked and I just watched her in awe. "What the fuck are you doing?" I found myself asking.She glanced at me briefly, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "Stay out of this, Ashton. It's not your fight."The leader barked out a laugh. "You hear that pretty boy, stay out of it or I would add you to my list of who would die here today. She doesn't want your help so don't try to play the hero."The tension in the room was high and I tried to think of how to handle the situation."You're a pretty one, wish I can bang you before I end your m
Kira's POV“Fvck!” I ruffled out a cuss and slammed the door shut immediately after I stepped into my room. The anger surged from within me, those guards would definitely get their punishment but first, I needed to deal with those lunatics who thought they could come into my home and point guns at me. I am Kira, this is my territory, no one comes to threaten me let alone in my territory. I made my way into the bathroom and took a quick shower before wearing a different attire, the red nightgown now dumped among the other dirty clothes. The real battle had just begun because I wasn't going to let whosoever sent these gunmen into my house go free. One of them had clearly said they had been instructed not to take me for granted. A very good heads-up; they still did though.Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I packed my hair into a tight pony causing my face to be more revealed. I wore black shorts that ended at my thighs and wore a black spaghetti hand top. With no makeup and no