A Deep Love of Domination
I exit the elevator with my head held high like the “bad bitch” that I am. The only thing you can hear as I walk through the hallway towards my office is the confident tap of the heels of a female defense attorney that just slayed in court. As I approach the door of my office, a cocky smirk creeps over my face when I read, “Sienna Walker, Esquire,” scrawled across the gold plaque on my wooden door. I enter my office and toss my black leather briefcase onto the sofa in the corner of my office. I walk over to my view of the Las Vegas strip and lean my toned ass against my desk and breathe in another victory. You see. Some call me Sienna. Some address me as Ms. Walker. But, in the courtroom, I make grown men quiver because I’m known as the fucking assassin, or if you ask the district attorney’s office, I’m known as Lucifer.
I laugh to myself as I remember the assistant district attorney’s face today as one of the goons of the most infamous and powerful mafia families walked freely from the courtroom due to a technicality. Yes, that’s right! I am a mafia defense attorney, and I love it; so, does my legal firm. The Levin Mafia family brings in so much money that I am a fucking goddess at my legal firm. I turn my head and hear my office door open as Richard Williams, one of the legal firm’s shareholding attorneys, pops in his head. I turn to face him, taking a power stance while giving him a flirty smile as I smooth down my black pencil skirt and red silk blouse.
“Congratulations, Assassin! I heard about the win in court today. I spoke with one of Levin’s associates, and they are extremely elated with the outcome of today’s case. I just wanted to let you know that you are definitely in the running to become one of our newest partners this year,” Williams raves and gives me an appreciative glance as his eyes roam my body before he leaves my office. Elated by the news of being in the running for a partner position, I smile to myself and go over to the mini bar in my office to fix myself a glass of bourbon to celebrate. I take a sip feeling my body quiver as the dark liquor travels through my body. The only better way to celebrate a successful day in court than with alcohol is with some hot and sexy fun.
I sit down at my desk and swivel around in my chair, debating if I should make the call. I take another sip of my bourbon, draining the tumbler, telling myself, “I deserve some relaxation. I deserve a night of me being someone else. Someone mysterious, sexy, and a woman that makes men swoon at her feet.” I find the number in my phone’s contact list and wait as it rings. An older woman’s voice greets me with a pleasant yet cautious hello at the other end of the line.
“Hi, this is Sienna- Ha-ha, yes, it’s me! Do you have any openings in the schedule tonight? You do? And he’ll be there, even better! I’ll be there tonight,” I laugh into the phone. I can barely contain my excitement as I fire up my computer to finish any of today’s leftover work. So, I can get out of the office and get ready to celebrate my successes in the hottest way possible tonight.
I pull my sporty red Mercedes-Benz GT into the parking garage of the Pleasure Playhouse. I step out of my car and take in a deep breath as I take the service elevator down to the basement of this “sex house”. I hated calling it a brothel because it was so luxurious and elegant. It wasn’t what you would typically envision when you hear the words “whorehouse” or “brothel”. Although the Levin’s own sex clubs, this place was located in the sex work district, and the Pleasure Playhouse offered sex workers to please its clientele, differing it from a sex club and classifying it as a brothel. I walk down the quiet hallway, and I smile at the older woman, Mistress Maribel, as she checks my ID and greets me with a warm hug.
I let myself become submerged in the warmth and love of the frail petite older woman’s arms, feeling more home at the Pleasure Playhouse than I’ve ever felt anywhere else.
Mistress Maribel reaches up to gently stroke my cheek and unlocks the door for me to enter into the basement locker rooms of the Pleasure Playhouse. I take a breath and open my locker to store my belongings. As my eyes glance around the room, I smile at some familiar faces and peer cautiously at some new faces as I begin to undress. I pull on black fishnets, a black latex bodysuit, and my leather thigh-high heeled boots. I go and stand in front of one of the numerous full-length mirrors. Even though my frame is slender and I don’t have many “assets,” what little I do have shows on full display amazingly in this sexy get-up. I brush my wavy sandy brown hair into a sleek high ponytail that falls in shiny waves midway down my back. I’m getting hot and horny just from looking at my appearance in the mirror. I add the finishing touches to my persona with some sexy bright red lipstick. Finally, I place my black leather and lace mask over my eyes and twirl around to give myself a little show of my assets in the mirror. I am sexy as fuck and a mysterious bad bitch that feels so amazing in this persona.
I let out a slow deep breath, and I give the sexy anonymous bad bitch in the mirror a broad, confident smile as I exit the locker room. I enter another hallway that’s dimly lit with Moulin Rouge aesthetic, and I walk down the hallway, falling into my easy sex prowl with an effortless seductive sway of my narrow hips. I knock on an opaque glass door, and it unlocks, allowing me into the waiting area of this particular zone of the Pleasure Playhouse. I greet the gorgeous Russian woman that manages the reception area of the basement’s waiting room. My back becomes more straight, and I confidently stand to my full five-foot-seven inches as men lustfully gaze upon my frame in this sexy little get-up, But my grayish-blue eyes stay focused on one man, and his eyes darken in desire. I approach him and stand in front of him in a wide stance. I glower at him and watch his skin warm and flush with sexual arousal.
“Hi, I’m Temptress Allure. Follow me back to my dungeon. I’ll be your dominatrix tonight,” I boldly state, holding my hand out to the man. The man swallows hard and places his slightly sweaty palm into my extended hand. I lead him back to the dominatrix dungeons of the Pleasure Playhouse. Oh, hell yeah! Let the fun begin!
I sit on the black throne in the dominatrix dungeon, absentmindedly toying with the flogger that rests on my toned thighs. I reminisce back on my early days of training as a dominatrix to make quick extra cash while working my way through college. The day I donned the persona of “Temptress Allure” I knew I had found one of my many callings. I was ruthless in my sessions and quickly mastered sensuous spankings, the humiliator, and fancy bondage knots, making me one of the top-earning dominatrices of the Pleasure Playhouse. Before I passed the bar and gave up this gig to pursue a career in law, I had men of various backgrounds, even some of the most powerful and elite men in Nevada, lining up in the waiting area of the dominatrix dungeons to be dominated by me.
My eyes flicker over to the client in the dungeon with me as he slowly undresses, keeping his eyes averted from my gaze. The man stood about six feet tall, relatively attractive, and had a brokenness about his demeanor whenever he walked into our sessions. He craved being dominated and needed this to make it through his daily life without mentally crumbling. You see. Men use dominatrix sessions as therapy for their wounded souls. Men confide in me with their deepest secrets and darkest truths like I am a Catholic priest during a confessional.
“Look at me,” I shout as I crack the flogger across his chest. He slightly cringes in pain and then bites his lip, letting out a slow groan of pleasure. I grab his face roughly and watch lust fill his muddy green eyes as I question, “What’s your poison for today? Cock and ball torture? Shall I harness your cock and fucking own and prevent your erection? Or should I drip hot wax down your dick as I bound your hands? What would you like, you little small dick dumpster shit?”
His nostrils flare, and he shivers with sexual thrill to my line of questioning. He clears his throat and states with conviction, “Whatever you choose, I am happy with, Temptress Allure. I only want to please you!” I give him an approving smile as I walk around him slowly in a circle flogging every inch of his body. I watch the blood rush to the surface of his peachy skin, making him flush a delicious shade of crimson. The flogger hits the floor with a loud thud as I grab him by his overgrown shaggy hair and pull him towards the extreme punishment bench.
His breathing is labored with desire and anticipation as he kneels on the extreme punishment bench on all fours. I feel giddy with excitement and overtaken with sexual yearning gazing upon this strong man kneeling on his hands and knees in doggy-style at my mercy. As he leans over the waist bar, I cuff his ankles with powder-covered steel cuffs to the bench. Then, I leisurely trail to the front of the bench and strap his wrist to the bench and then his neck to a steel collar. Once he’s securely in place, I sway my hips sexily to my wall of sex toys, and I pick out a ball gag. I eagerly carry it back over to my client and rip his head up to look me in the eyes as I roughly place the ball gag in his mouth. I stand back and admire my handiwork as I feel my core become hot and wet as I exert my dominance over this man.
“I am a fucking goddess! I am Temptress Allure, and I am your Domme for the night! I own your pleasure, and I’ll give you the pain you crave so fucking badly,” I shout at the top of my lungs, immersing myself in my dominatrix role. I twist and stroke his nipples until they’re hard as rocks, and I place nipple clamps on them and watch his cheeks flush with arousal. I pick up a leather whip and walk behind him, so I am no longer in his line of vision. I crack the single tail whip near his hip in practice as a warmup before I strike his skin. I take a deep breath, slap the whip on his skin in a pattern, and watch him dance erotically as the licks hit his back. I am careful never to strike the same spot, ensuring that every inch of his back is covered in red welts.
Feeling energized with power, I watch as his body trembles and I begin making lashes to his ass. Breathless from exertion and feeling my nipples pebble against my latex bodysuit with sexual want, I toss the whip to the side and grab the electric erotic stimulator and place it against his balls. He bucks with pleasure on the extreme punishment bench pulling against the steel restraints. I stop and slap him as hard as possible on his ass, and I shout, “Don’t fucking come, you tiny dick bastard, until I give you permission. I assert my power and slap his ass again as I use the electric erotic stimulator and my hand on his hard erect dick until it’s throbbing and twitching under my palm. When I feel his climax building in his body and feel his dick leak its first drop of pre-cum, I stop my actions leaving him on the edge sexually and helpless for a release. I walk around to face him, and I slap the nipple clips on his long erect nipples and watch his eyes go wide in pleasure. I rip the nipple clamps off, and they hit the ground and bounce with a small clink. I massage his right nipple with my fingers while I tease his left with the electric erotic stimulator until his cheeks are flush and he’s writhing under my sensual touch. I tear the ball gag from his mouth and run the electric erotic stimulator from his nipples to his hard engorged dick.
I swat him on his ass. I begin playing with his balls and running the electric erotic stimulator on the thick veins of his dick until he screams, “Please let me come, Temptress Allure. Please, I beg you!” I let out a giggle and slapped him on his ass.
“Now you may come, you tiny dick bastard,” I command as I stroke his dick quick and hard until his seed squirts all over my hand and on the extreme punishment bench. I walk over to face him, spread his sticky musky semen around my lips, and lean in towards him, and he eagerly licks his release off of me tasting the traces of his orgasm. A strong man in my control willing to taste his arousal is an instant panty wetter for me. I release him from his restraints, and he sits astride the bench. I grab a warm damp towel from the counter, and I clean his semi-erect dick with gentleness and care as a reward for his subservience. I then grab some massage oil from my wall of toys, and I kneel behind him and begin to sensually massage the feeling back into his limbs from where his body had bared restraints.
“You’re free to go now! May you feel free, healed, and lighter from all your ailments,” I say huskily as I turn to face him, staring into his muddy green eyes.
“May I please kiss your feet, Temptress Allure,” he questions, getting on his hands and knees butt ass naked. I cross my arms, act as if I’m pondering his request, and then nod my head as he crawls over to me and licks my boots to show his appreciation. I feel myself close to climax from this erotic experience and a satisfied client worshipping me at my feet.
I lay on my back on the couch in my living room with my favorite vibrator. It’s been a hectic and unpleasant week at the law firm. Those old bastards gave me an impossible case to win as a test to see if I’m worthy of becoming a partner. I’m the top billing associate at that damn firm! They are just a bunch of hardasses. A week ago, I wanted to strangle Williams’ fat neck when he told me about this task I needed to accomplish to join those old farts little “boys’ club”. I have Shawn Mendez playing in the background as I close my eyes and imagine those muddy green eyes while teasing and playing with my nipples until they’re engorged. My hand wanders to the mound between my thighs, and I begin massaging my clitoris with my vibrator, working myself into a frenzy. I tease my heated core as I add a finger stroking on my G-spot as I feel sexual heat rise in my body. I bite my lip and thrash my head from side to side as sexual tension builds in my body. I push the vibrator on my clitoris harder and stoke viciously on my G-spot, feeling myself so close to the orgasm I so desperately need and deserve.
I hear a knock on my front door, but I ignore it because I am seconds away from splintering apart. I clench my jaw, curl my toes, and bite my bottom lip as I feel the growing pressure in my hot core. The knock becomes more persistent and more annoying making, my libido dive. I chunk the vibrator onto the floor, and I cover myself with my fluffy robe to tell whoever the fuck it is at my door to get lost. I peep through the peephole and see Elise Carter, my best friend standing at the door. I let out a groan and unlocked the door. The minute the door opens, she frantically barrels into my townhome and makes herself comfortable on my couch. She buries her head into her hands. I walk over to her and stroke her dirty blonde hair in a gesture of comfort.
“Elise, what’s wrong hon,” I question with concern taking a seat beside her petite frame. She looks up at me with bloodshot and puffy eyes, and I rub her arm, patiently waiting for a response. I guess I’ll have to work out my built-up tension another day or take it out on some man at the Pleasure Playhouse this week. I clear my throat, my patience running thin, which brings Elise back into the present.
“Oh Sienna, Owen’s been having an affair. Apparently, she’s threatening to come out about it and has been extorting him for money,” Elise wails in pain, her voice becoming thick with her French accent due to her depressive mood. I roll my eyes because I never liked Owen! Especially for my sweet college best friend. They met at a bar one night while we were in college, and they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. It was sickening! Elise hugs her waist and continues, “He’s been paying her each month, but her demand this month has just become fucking insane. She wants a hundred thousand dollars by the end of the month!” She breaks into a fit of tears, and I go and fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses.
As I pour the glasses of wine and hand her one, I take a huge sip, tilt my head to the side deep in thought, and then ask, “What do you need from me, Elise? I’m shocked you haven’t found out the identity of this bitch and handled it yourself. You’re one of the best investigative reporters I’ve ever met. There’s nothing that gets by you.” She wipes at her eyes with the heel of her hands and begins sipping her wine as I wait for her to muster up her courage to ask me for a favor.
“That’s the issue. Owen doesn’t know anything about her. She used a fake identity with him, so he could not track her down. I’m coming to you because I am so desperate, and I’ve exhausted all of my resources trying to find that scheming dirty whore,” Elise exclaims, draining her glass of wine. She stands up and begins pacing holes into my wooden floor as she tries to devise a plan.
“You should just divorce Owen. He doesn’t deserve you,” I say, watching her intently. She gives me a death glare, and I give her a bitchy smirk. I mean, he was pounding pussy up and down the Vegas strip, and who knows where else. I was just providing Elise with the best advice. That way, she wouldn’t be coming over to my place in the middle of the night, knocking on my door complaining about his bull shit shenanigans rudely interrupting my self-pleasure. I clear my throat again and begrudgingly say, “I’ll see what dirt I can dig up on the bitch so that I can deliver her to you on a silver platter. My only condition is to let me in on what you have in store for her!”
Elise gives me a broad smile, takes a swig out of the wine bottle, sits down beside me, and shouts, “Yes! I know you’ll be able to find something! After, you told me about how you were able to track down your real family with not as much as a name. I knew you’d have the skills to find this bitch for me! There is nothing that you can’t do, girl!” She gleefully takes another drink straight from the wine bottle then looks underneath the coffee table. I laugh hysterically as the toe of her shoe touches my favorite vibrator, and she looks back at me in horror, realizing she just interrupted my self-pleasure session.
“Okay, I don’t care how busy your schedule is with you trying to make partner. We really need to find you a dick to enjoy that’s attached to a man,” Elise laughs, filling me with joy that she’s no longer going out of her mind about the sins of her shitty spouse.
For the first time in many years, I came back to my office pissed off after a long day in negotiations with the district attorney’s office. I hadn’t felt this defeated and overwhelmed by a case since my early days as a green attorney. In the words of Lizzo, “I am that bitch.” I was the fucking assassin. However, today I was none of those things as my unwinnable case was moving to a trial. Even though I saw my dream of becoming a legal firm partner slip away, I was not ready to admit defeat. I was going to work day and night on this case to come out on top to show those old farts that a thirty-something female was overdue her seat at the fucking table. Come hell or high water! I vowed that I would definitely get my membership approved to join their little “boys’ club”.
I placed my hand down on the table because that wasn’t the only task on my plate. My temples began to throb as I lay on my desk, feeling my body become knotted into a tight ball of stress. I started digging on Elise’s husband, Owen “Fucking” Carter, and I wanted so desperately to serve up something good for Elise. Still, I decided I would work this from a different angle because I knew what was best for my best gal pal. Fuck, looking into this anonymous woman to help get her despicable spouse out of the havoc he caused. I was trying to find any and all incriminating evidence against him so she’d see the fucking light and drop the sleazy asshole. Elise had spent way too much of her life fixing Owen’s messes. Plus, it would be sweet, sweet revenge for me since I was still sexually frustrated from my much-needed “me time” turning into a therapy session. But what are girlfriends for, right? I roll my eyes to myself as I begin furiously tapping away on my laptop.
I slip off my heels and walk over to the mini bar in my office to pour myself some bourbon. I sit on my couch nursing my drink as my mind drifts to thoughts of my conversation with Elsie. She had reminded me of my discovery of my biological family. While I unconditionally loved my ma and papa, I had memories of a different life and a different family before them. Throughout my life, I was haunted by these memories of a woman with grayish blue eyes the same shade as mine with long white, blond hair down to her hips. I dreamt of a man with wavy sandy brown hair identical to my hair shade and a chubby baby boy that followed me around a grandiose house. So, I started asking my ma questions, and she gave me some information about the death of my mother, but it wasn’t enough. My ma was tight-lipped about everything else revolving around how I came to be with her and papa that I had to do my own investigating.
Nevertheless, I had planned on meeting these people and letting them know about my existence. I wanted to know where I belonged and about my true home. I just needed to find the best way to let my presence be known. I swirl my amber-colored alcohol around my glass, thinking about the mountain of things I need to do until I’m brought back to reality by the ringing of my phone. I walk over to my desk and answer it abrasively.
“Hello,” I snap as I gaze out my window at the Las Vegas strip.
“Hello Sienna, This is Mistress Maribel from the Pleasure Playhouse,” the frail old lady said sweetly, softening my heart and lightening my mood.
“Ah, it’s always a pleasure to hear from you, Mistress Maribel,” I say softly, waiting for her to continue.
“The man that you enjoy as a client has booked for tomorrow and has requested your services specifically. I know that you’re busy, but I wanted to know if you’re available tomorrow night,” she questions. My whole body lights up with delight turning this terrible day for the better.
“Absolutely! I’ll be there. This is the best news I’ve heard all day,” I say happily into the phone. Mistress Maribel provides me with the details for tomorrow night, and I ecstatically end the call. Finally, I would work this sexual tension and stress out in the most spectacular way. Temptress Allure was ready to be unleashed, once again!
Finally, I felt at home once again. Tonight, I was back in the dominatrix dungeons, and I was letting Temptress Allure out to play. I stood in front of my client that kneeled at my feet in a submissive pose in the buff. I slap the leather crop in the palm of my hand, strategizing the best way to dominate, degrade, and pain play with him for the night. I was so horny and so sexually frustrated this session was not only for his benefit but also to fulfill my neglected sexual fantasies. I walked over to the sex toys wall and gathered the sexy tools I would need for the night.
“What do I have in store for you tonight, you useless fuck toy? Shall I vertically suspend you? Hogtie you? Reverse prayer restrain you while I fuck you with a fleshlight? What kind of bondage shall we do tonight,” I tease as I use the crop to lift his head, and I gaze into his muddy green eyes. His pupils were so dilated with lust that I couldn’t even see his irises.
“Bond me how you think is best, Temptress Allure. I trust you to punish me how you see fit,” he growls out as I give him a broad appreciative smile. I place a leather collar and leash on his neck, and he crawls behind me to the bright red fetish chair. I yank on the leash, and he rises to his feet and sits into the fetish chair like the ideal obedient submissive. Bunching up my black sheer maxi dress around my waist, I straddle his thighs feeling my insides clench as his hard erect dick rests against my stomach. I lift both of his arms and cuff them securely above his head. He hisses out a slow breath as I slowly shimmy off of his lap and to the ground. I cuff his legs to the front of the fetish chair, leaving him immobile. I feel my pussy become so wet, and my nipples become erect as I gaze at this man bound to the chair. I lick my lips at the delectable sight and feel intense sexual excitement course through my body.
I walk over to him and kneel before him, pouring a dollop of warming lubricant into my hand. I roughly yank on his manhood and slowly massage the lubricant down his shaft. I stare into his eyes as I give him a hand job and work a generous amount of lube over his dick. He squirms in his chair in anticipation as I slide on a cock ring and then a cock sleeve. I hook it up to a digital electro-stim power box. I send a wave of electricity to his engorged and erect dick as I watch him dance in pain while it shocks him in his manhood. He continuously grunts in pleasure as he gets used to the wavelengths. In between the shocks I send to arouse his penis, I run an ostrich tickler around his nipples, down his scrotum, and around his inner thighs. Watching his body react to the various sensations of pleasure and pain has my pussy feeling so milky. I feel myself panting from arousal as I watch his dick grow more and more engorged. As I watch his balls draw up and he begins grunting in pleasure, I stop the digital electro-stim power box, and I leave him on edge.
“Please Temptress Allure. Please let me come. I am your fucktoy and will do anything you want. Please make me come,” he shouts as he tugs against his restraints, making my core so hot, so wet, and quivering with desire. Mindlessly and driven by my need for sexual release, I free his engorged thick dick from the cock sleeve.
I stand in front of him, admiring his hard erect dick that has started to make my mouth water. I war with myself internally, asking myself if I should defy the laws of being a dominatrix to meet my carnal sexual needs. Mistress Maribel drilled into me that a dominatrix role was an erotic performance that shouldn’t be abused for one’s pleasure in the confines of the dungeons at Pleasure Playhouse. That we as dominatrices weren’t to have penetrative sex with our clients. After such a long dry spell, I gave his body another once over and my need for sex won out. I was in desperate need of a hard dick in my wet, quivering pussy to ease all my worries from my mind. At this moment, I was willing to throw away my love for the Pleasure Playhouse, my persona as Temptress Allure, and my love of being a dominatrix to feel the sweet sensation of a dick between my thighs. I let out a deep breath throwing everything to hell like a brainless wanton, and before I knew it, four little, yet possibly, damaging words slipped from my lips due to my sex-fevered mind.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I breathe out between my teeth, and he eagerly nods as I throw my sheer maxi dress over my head. I tear off my leather G-string and unhook my bra, letting my undergarments hit the floor. I walk towards him impatiently in nothing but my fuck-me heels, and I straddle myself over him, slip on a condom, and then slam his hard dick into my wet and hot center. I let my tight pussy accommodate his girth and, in unison, we both moan in pleasure. I feel full and without thought of repercussions. I begin to roll and rock my hips as I wrap my arms around his neck. I start to bounce on his dick hard and fast as I feel his dick deliciously massage my insides. Man, oh man, I needed a good fuck with everything going on in my life. Fuck the rules! I push his head towards my nipples, and he sucks, nips, and feasts on them like the fucking treasure and gift that I am. I fall into a rhythm of bouncing up and down and grinding side to side. I begin to feel my hot core tighten around his dick as I start moving faster and faster until I feel my orgasm rip from my body while I scream out in pleasure. As my orgasm hits me, I hear him growl into my breasts as he reaches his own climax. I lay on his chest, catching my breath and feeling my worries leave my body as he twitches inside of me.
“Damn, Temptress Allure. That was the best fucking sex of my life,” he growled as I lifted my head in horror, realizing the mistake I’d just made.
I climb off his dick and scramble to throw my clothes back onto my body. I strut angrily towards him, grabbing him harshly by his chin and screaming, “Don’t fucking speak about this shit! I’m going to release your arms, and you’re going to get dressed. Then, fucking act like this never fucking happened!” His head whips back in shock, and his muddy green eyes grow wide. I close my eyes and release him quickly from the restraints and turn my back to him. I wait until I hear the door close, and I lose my shit and throw and kick everything in sight until I am out of breath. I needed to get a grip as quickly as possible before I screwed up all of my plans.
I sit in my red Mercedes-Benz GT in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. I take a few deep breaths, and I get out of my car. I feel behind my back and make sure my leather jacket hides my gun. I tucked it into the back of my tight black jeans. I hide in the shadows and constantly listen as I creep up to the door of the building. I slide into the door that is ajar and hold my breath as quietly as possible while I sneak behind the plastic curtain.
“Oh hey, fucker! Any last words,” I say as I catch him off guard, and he stares at me shockingly. He quickly regains his composure and tries to reach behind his back. “Oh hell no. Throw it to me,” I grunt as I shoot him in his kneecap. He yelps in pain and falls to the ground.
“It was you this whole time Sienna,” he questions. I give him a smirk, and I shoot him in his dominant hand as he still tries to grab his gun.
“Yes, Owen, it was me. You deserve what’s coming. You’re a snake, a cheat, and trash. Elise deserves so much better. Hell, Vegas deserves better than a DA like you,” I growl through clenched teeth as I fire my gun and put a bullet right between those muddy green eyes of his. This would be the last time I would ever feel those muddy green eyes gaze upon me. Owen fucking Carter was no more, and it was one less weight on my shoulders that would consume me.
I look through the duffel bag and see the wads of cash. I walk through the warehouse, and a few Levin soldiers appear along with their caporegime. I drop the bag at the caporegime’s feet, and I give him my biggest grin.
“So, you’ve finished your tasks. You secured the $100k that he stole from us, and you got rid of the district attorney. You’ve completed your initiation, and you’ll be hearing from us about the initiation ceremony into the Levin Mob,” the caporegime states as one of the soldiers pick up the duffel bag at my feet.
“Not so fucking fast,” I say lazily, and he turns to look at me with a scowl on his face. I pull myself up into a confident stance, and I continue, “I’m not fucking done talking to you.”
The caporegime guffaws and then snorts in a thick Russian accent, “I don’t answer to no bitches.” I’m overtaken by anger, and I still feel the weight of the gun in my hand. I could quickly end his life in a blink of an eye. I was so tired of men underestimating me.
“What the fuck,” I hear one of the Levin goons breathe out, and I turn to look over my shoulder to follow his gaze. I watch as a tall, handsome muscular male swaggers in our direction. He oozes wealth and power as he approaches.
I cock my head to the side as he gives me a once-over and says, “I got the blood test back. Gentlemen, this is Arina Levin. My older sister and heir to the Levin Mafia. Now that she’s executed her test, she will now take over the family business, and I will become her underboss.”
“I’m not dead bitches,” I laugh as I look over at my little brother Oleg who rolls his eyes. “I guess this wasn’t the family reunion you were expecting, huh, baby brother,” I question as I ruffle his hair. He swats my hand away, turns his back, and angrily walks away, leaving the rest of the men in the room stunned. I stare at them, feeling the most powerful I’ve ever felt and right at home.
This was the longest scheme of my life!
After looking for answers for years and putting the puzzle pieces together, I knew I had to find the best way to infiltrate the Levin family so I could take my rightful place on my throne. Now that I had passed all the tests and jumped through all the hoops, I would claim my rightful position as the head of the most powerful and infamous mafia family, and I would keep this throne by all means necessary.
If I wasn’t good at anything else. I knew I was good at dominating, and I would conquer being a fucking mafia queen!
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