Selena came out of the car and put on her sunglasses, ignoring the sea of eyes that stared at her.
She wore the angry face she had always been using and sauntered casually towards her office. “Miss Santa Cruz,” the most annoying voice Selena had always wished not to hear echoed behind her. She bit her lips and turned, forcing a smile into her face. “Hello, Mr. Rodrigo,” she greeted, glaring disgustingly at the stout potbellied man standing some distance away from her. “Mere glancing at you brightened up my day,” he chuckled, showing off his large teeth as he ran his lust-filled eyes over Selena’s body. Selena turned up her lips in disgust, clenching her fist in fury. If only they knew who she was, they wouldn’t dare talk shit before her. “Hmmm, I hope your day remains bright,” she tried to sound as polite as possible. “Well… if you’ll pull off those odd sunglasses, then it will shine brighter,” he grinned. “Well… I hope your day will remain dark forever!” Selena wanted to spit those words at his face but refrained from committing such an offense. “I guess your day will be okay with that level of brightness,” Selena said and didn’t wait for him to respond before spinning around and walking briskly into her office. She sighed out and walked towards her desk which was piled up with documents and projects submitted by her students. She glanced over at the list of names for the first-level students of the psychology department and sighed. A bouquet laid on one of the seats caught her gaze, she picked it up and turned up her lips in annoyance. “They break into my office too?” she hissed and threw the sweet-smelling bouquet into the trashcan, then tore the letter tucked into it bits by bits. She hoped she wouldn’t end up killing someone in the university someday. As she picked up her books and headed for her first lecture, another note caught her eye. “What the heck is this?” she growled and picked up the decorated letter. She didn’t bother checking the contents before turning it to shreds. As she heaved loudly, glaring at the bits of paper in the trashcan, her phone rang. She swerved her attention away from the discarded gifts and dug out her phone. She accepted the call and pinned the phone to her ear, waiting to hear the caller’s voice. “Boss, it’s me. Tiger,” a rough voice boomed out. “I know,” Selena snapped, narrowing her eyes. “There will be a gathering at the sinner’s hall tonight, will you be there?” Tiger, Selena’s wingman asked. “I guess they are going to talk about her, isn’t it?” Selena muttered a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “After the brutal murder of Alonzo, they all find it necessary to find a way to bring forth the end of the Invincible Queen,” Tiger said, making Selena chuckle sinisterly. “Why the hell won’t I be there, besides, I need my title back. I can’t keep sharing my position with some invincible woman,” Selena said, licking her lips. “I’m fucking going, prepare some boys. You know shitty gatherings like that always end up turning bloody,” Selena said and Tiger hummed a response before the line went dead. “Am I interrupting?” a male voice muttered behind her. Selena’s eyes widened as she muttered a curse under her breath before turning around to face a young chubby boy wearing large glasses. “Yes?” Selena tilted her head, glaring at the boy. “Are you Miss Santa Cruz?” the boy asked, feeling inferior and intimidated as he stood before the most beautiful and intelligent woman in Starlight College. “Yes,” she snapped a reply, eyeing him suspiciously. She memorized the words she would throw at him if he dared talk about anything else aside from his studies. “I was directed to you by the Dean—” “Why?” she cut him off, fuming in impatience. “My… my project,” he replied, avoiding her eyes. “When were you expected to submit it?” Selena inquired. “Last semester, but—” “Then keep it, you’re getting a carryover,” Selena rasped and grabbed her books. Horror spread across his face as he slumped to his knees, clasping his hands together. “Please, forgive me, ma’am. I was admitted to the hospital some days after the project was given; I couldn’t complete mine before the semester ended; give me another chance.” Selena narrowed her cold eyes at him and replied hoarsely. “That is what I have just given you.” And with that she was off to the lecture hall, leaving the disheartened boy behind. She ignored all greetings and kept a straight face that kept everyone off her path. Immediately she walked into the hall, silence fell over everyone. Their eyes roamed around her body in admiration and awe as they waited for an introduction and the commencement of the lecture. “Hello, everyone,” she muttered, not bothering to take off the dark glasses. The students exchanged glances when they didn’t get any formal introduction from their professor. Selena set down her books and turned around to the board on the wall. The door burst open just as the lessons were about to begin and a young boy rushed into the hall, panting heavily. His sparkling green eyes locked with Selena’s dark cold eyes. Selena felt her breath cease as she stared at the handsome beauty before him. From his dark brown curly hair cascading down to his shoulders down to his mesmerizing green eyes. Her eyes traced his sharp square jawline to his broad chest, everything looked perfect to Selena. Selena swallowed hard and batted her lashes, returning to her senses. “I’m sorry that I’m late, ma’am,” he muttered, his eyes glittering with guilt. “What is your name?” Selena asked. The boy sucked in his lower lip, glanced around at everywhere aside Selena’s eyes. “What is your name?” Selena snapped, getting irritated with his behavior. “Tyrone. Tyrone Miller.” Selena nodded and waved him off to his seat. Her eyes followed him till he settled down into a seat She faced the board and bit her lips, a dark smile dancing in her eyes.Tyrone didn’t feel comfortable with the way the professor stared at him. He cackled loudly, and she snapped her brows up, reeling back to her senses. Selena batted her lashes and waved him off to his seat. Tyrone walked with his head down as he searched for a place to sit. As he walked, his back burned from Selena’s lust-filled gaze. Selena continued her lecture, hoping to get out of the class soon. The more her eyes fell on the boy, the wetter she got. She wanted him so badly that she thought nothing else but his face and body. She wondered how huge he’d be down there. Was he huger than Lorenzo? She shook her head and sighed as she distributed the projects for the week before picking up her books. Her eyes strayed towards Tyrone and she felt her clit throb. She stood there, imagining his hands on her clit, rubbing it ferociously. She bit her lips and looked away as she managed to successfully suppress the moan that almost slipped out of her lips. Selena walked away as
When Selena stepped into the dimly lit hall, heads turned and eyes worshipped her.She narrowed her eyes and headed for the private meeting room, ignoring the deadly pairs of eyes that tore her dark clothes away from her body.Just like the college, the sinner’s hall was another place where she always got showered attention and lust.She narrowed her eyes at the owlish eyes staring at her body and proceeded into the private meeting room.The others were there already, talking in low tones with thick cigarette smoke lingering in the air.Selena walked into the midst of the five Mafia Lords and took a seat, curtly waving off the pairs of eyes that stared at her when she entered.There were seven top-ranking Mafia Lords in the underworld; one of them was Selena, and the rest were Alonzo Santiago, who had been murdered; Nikita Anderson, who was Selena’s closest female rival; Lorenzo Luis; Miguel Luciano; Sabastian Morrill, and Gilberto Blackwood.Each of them came from a powerful M
Tyrone's gaze was fixed on his reflection as everything that happened a while ago haunted his jumbled-up mind. He felt like he was going insane, he felt confused and betrayed. No one mentioned anything like an auction to him before he agreed to strip on that stage that tore his life away. What was he? A piece of unwanted and discarded object that could catch the attention of someone else? Tyrone huffed and ruffled his hair, filled with indignation as he spun around and faced Sally. Sally gave him an indifferent stare before tilting her head sideways. “Get ready; the queen is waiting for you," she muttered, and Tyrone scoffed in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she was acting unbothered after everything that happened. “What exactly am I?" He snapped as Sally began to walk away. His outburst froze Sally and forced her to switch her attention back to him. Her chestnut eyes dimmed and she clenched her fist, glaring intimidatingly at Tyrone. “You are a stripper, you
Selena stroked his balls, gently squeezing them. Tyrone gasped out and held onto the table for support as he bit his lips, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to slip off his lips. Selena’s hands slowly moved from his balls to the slightly erected cock begging for some attention. She traced kisses on it and rubbed the shaft, running her tongue on the opening. Tyrone groaned out when he couldn’t control the ecstasy bubbling in him. He watched her grab his cock and stuff every inch of it into her mouth. Selena moaned out softly as she felt half of his cock down her throat. She started sucking it slowly, popping it in and out of her mouth. Tyrone’s jaws dropped and he gasped out as his belly churned. Selena increased her pace and began sucking it ferociously, squeezing the twin balls mercilessly and biting the reddened shaft in her mouth. Tyrone groaned again and gripped a handful of her dark hair. That was his first time experiencing that kind of feeling with
Selena sighed and reached out to touch Tyrone, but when she felt a space beside her, her eyes snapped open, and she sat up on the bed. Her lips turned up in anger as she stared at the space beside her. The door burst open, and she looked up expecting to see Tyrone, but to her disappointment, Gina trudged in instead. She sighed in disappointment and glanced at the clock ticking away in the silent, tense room. “Where is he?” She muttered, and Gina gulped hard, avoiding her dark, penetrating eyes. “He begged me to let him go,” she muttered and Selena scoffed, outraged. “You let him go?” Selena groused and threw off the lampshade on the bed stand. The lampshade crashed on the floor, shattering to pieces, Gina gasped out in horror and flinched back. “I bought him with a freaking million dollars!” Gina's eyes widened in shock and her jaws dropped open. “Bought?” She gasped, staring at Selena in disbelief. Selena ran her fingers through her hair and chuckled manically bef
Tiger shielded Selena's face with his large hands and the bullet wheezed into his hand instead. “Shit!” Selena spat as Tiger groaned and clenched his bleeding arm. Selena reached into her bag and pulled out the gun hidden inside. She stuck her head out and shot at the tires of the car. The cars screeched and crashed violently into each other. Tiger turned on the ignition and drove off with his uninjured hand, cursing under his breath."Who the hell did this?" he snapped, heaving loudly in anger. Selena cranked her head back, staring curiously at the thick smoke that rose from the cars. “Go back,” she muttered coldly, her eyes still fixed on the car that was almost disappearing from the distance. “Boss,” Tiger said in surprise. “Do as I say!” Selena snapped. Tiger swallowed hard and took a reverse back to the spot. Selena got out of the car and moved towards one of the cars. With the gun in one hand and her hand clasped around one of the doors, she pulled it open and
She wanted to get away from the dimly lit room, but the doors were locked, and there was no sign of a window on the rough wall. The air in her lungs was only sustained by the air conditioner in the room, which only had a bed and a few rags worn as clothes. She was only twelve, without knowledge of how she got there or what will happen next. The dirty-looking girl slumped down to the ground and buried her face in her palm, sobbing softly. Soon a heavy footstep echoed outside the door, followed by a killing silence. She raised her head and stared at the wooden door, filled with hope and anticipation. To her relief, the door burst open, and a man walked in. Her heart warmed up at the sight of a human being but when she peered closely at his face, the warmth disappeared and was replaced with fear. There was a mask over his face, a mask that resurrected memories of what took place before she slumped down into unconsciousness. She didn’t know who the man was or what