"I would have never thought that I would lose my father so soon, but here I am… he was my inspiration, the one that taught me how to live, he taught me how to be strong and also fight for what I believed in, now I will try my best to live my best life for him, I will make him proud and exact revenge for him," she said, and the crowd started cheering. "Yea! Kill that madafucker!" a gangster in the crowd shouted. She didn’t allow Noah to attend the funeral, she had locked him away in her room because he didn’t want to leave her house. "My father will forever be the lord of the streets. To honor his death today, I want all of you to paint the city green and kill anyone that gets in the way, even if it’s a police officer or not!" Ashley declared and turned around, gently dropping the bouquet on her father’s grave. "I love you, Papa, rest in peace," she said, blinking back the tears in her eyes. Chris approached her with his injured arm. "So where do you want to go now, my queen?" He ask
"What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't think you're special because you aren't. We have also been in this kind of situation before when she will be giving us attention or having sex with us, but that’s all there is. She will never get emotionally attached to you. She is a sex addict. She will never fall in love with you." Jake said. Xander frowned. "Chill, man, I don't like her or have feelings for her, and I don't want to be emotionally attached to her, I'm here against my will, and I have no choice but to do whatever she wants me to do, even if it means having sex with her every day," Xander replied. "I don’t know why she is doing all this, but I will try my best to help you." Jake gave Xander his word. Xander simply smiled and nodded his head. Ashley came to a halt outside her front door, noticing a swarm of gunmen on every corner of her mansion. They all had expressionless faces and were wearing black suits. "Are you sure this is my mansion?" she asked Chris. "Yes, I cal
Noah moved his feet in the rope that was tied to the chair. "Don’t move," Ashley said, placing her hand on the trigger. Jake whispered to Chris. Chris took a step forward, standing behind Ashley. “Ashley, please don’t do this. I know you are sad that you lost your father but killing him won’t bring him back, it will just bring more problems," he said. But Ashley's body was still tense, she had made up her mind to kill Noah. "I am sorry, Chris, but I can’t listen to you right now. I am sorry." She said and fired the shot, but Xander intervened just in time, causing her to shoot out the window instead. "Stay out of this!" She yelled at Xander and attempted to shoot Noah again. Noah started trying to untie the rope from his feet with his hands quivering. "I said don’t move!" Ashley roared. “Ashley, please don’t kill him, didn’t you say you wanted to torture him? If he dies, how are you going to torture him?" Chris asked, placing a hand on Ashley’s back. Ashley’s eyes shifted back and
Xander’s POV After all the drama that led to the death of Kendrick’s son, I managed to take some photos of his dead body before Jake left with his corpse. I was planning to steal the gun too, so I would have strong evidence against her. I was just waiting for her to make a mistake, I didn’t know she would make a mistake so soon, and I have barely spent a day here. I was lying on the bed in the room she gave me. she hadn’t left her room since the incident. I didn’t know if she was crying or if she was still grieving for her father. I pinched my pillow to make it perfect and rested my head on it before going to sleep. By the time I woke up, it was already dusk. I strolled out of my room and stopped to stare at the door of her room before descending the stairs. The house was sparkling clean, the maids had finished doing their jobs. When I heard footsteps, I turned around to see Ashley walking down the stairs in a killer outfit—a short leather gown that stopped at her thigh—and it was sh
Ugh! I grasped her neck with clenched teeth and said, "How can you do that to me, bitch?" I roared at her face, her forehead creased into a frown, and she grabbed my hand. "Because you are my slave, now get your hands off me!" She yelled back. "No! Just because I agreed to be your slave doesn’t mean you can treat me this way. I can get you arrested for this, you know." I threatened. "You can’t do that." She yanked my hand off her neck brace and signalled her men. The men pulled me off the couch by the hand, and one of them shoved a sack over my head, I couldn’t see a thing. I felt her soft hand on my chest. "You want to be stubborn, huh? I think I have welcomed you more than enough, now I want to show you how much of a monster I can be until you submit to me." she starts. "Don’t ever call me a bitch again, or I will make you eat your word and call me queen." "You don’t have to be—" she cut in before Chris, whom I believed had entered the room when she was giving me this awful mark,
"If you want me to stop, say, my queen, I am sorry. Please stop spanking me," she said, and this time her hand landed on the left side of my thigh. Never! I couldn’t give in to her demands, even if she were a gangster. She smacked my dick again, this time on the place she had hit me before increasing the pain. "Bitch! Stop! Stop hitting me, you are not going to get what you want!" I snapped. "Then I will just keep doing this, you seem to like it." She said and slapped my thigh again. She was a goddamn bitch. She hit my dick again and again, and this time I couldn’t hold back any longer. I screamed. "You think you are stubborn, uh? I am more stubborn, if you don’t say the magic word, we are going to stay here forever." "Fuck! You are a bloody psycho, you should go to hell if you think I will give in to you!" I shouted, but I just received a little chuckle from her, she stroked my dick back and forth, taking away the pain from earlier and making me groan in both torture and pleasure.
I swallowed hard as I watched her fuck herself with the dildo, her mouth opening wider with each scream of pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, yes!" I closed my eyes, unable to look at her; it felt like rejection. "Look at me!" she snapped, in between orgasms. I opened my eyes and continued watching her until she screamed in a high-pitched tone and came, pulling the dildo out of her wet and dripping pussy and kissing the dildo. She then wore her panties properly. Sex was one of the greatest tortures in the world. I never knew I would have to face such torture one day. I was never used to having sex all the time, I just had sex once in a blue moon whenever I had a new girlfriend or whenever I was horny and would visit a hotel and pick up chicks. She tossed me an angry look and jumped down from the bed, showing me her ass as she opened the drawer and placed the dildo inside. I felt weak where I was. I couldn’t even relax my muscles. She came back to me on the bed and untied my hands from th
"We don’t have much time, Queen, we need to leave," Jake said taking a step toward her, but she raised her hand and told him not to come any closer to her. Jake started breathing heavily. "When I arrived in front of Noah’s mansion last night, I and the men that went with me were attacked by the gunmen that were guiding his mansion. We tried our best to hide Noah’s body, but…" Jake paused and continued. "They managed to see the body, and they went crazy, and it led to a shootout, all of our men died at the spot. I managed to hide in an abandoned building until this morning because they were still looking for me after taking Noah’s body away, I think they will be coming for you, next queen." Jake said in a worried tone. "Relax, they won’t be coming for me. Those henchmen need someone to tell them what to do, and Noah is not alive to boss them around. Neither is his father, and he doesn’t have any siblings, he is the only child like me, and I knew what I was doing when I killed him." As