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Chapter 17 by Wisdomsand010302 Wisdomsand010302

Arianna, his haughty boss provides a great challenge

A much deserved raise.

Office Politics – A Queen’s Submission


The Lion’s Den – A Demand Made

The Director’s office smelled of leather, expensive perfume, and power—or at least, the illusion of it. Arianna Sforza sat behind her mahogany desk like a queen on a throne, her surgically enhanced J-cups straining against a silk blouse worth more than Stefano’s monthly salary. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a severe bun, her crimson lips curled in a smirk that had broken lesser men.

Stefano didn’t break.

He leaned against the doorframe, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder, his tie loosened just enough to reveal the pulse at his throat. The Osiris ring hummed against his finger, its power coiling like a serpent ready to strike.

"Arianna," he murmured, the incubus' deep baritone smooth as aged whiskey.

She didn’t look up from her paperwork. "Bianchi. You’re late."

"I want a raise."

That did make her look up.

Her ice-blue eyes flickered with something between amusement and disdain. "Excuse me?"

Stefano stepped forward, his presence expanding, dominating the room. "A raise. My own office. And Emma—the new trainee—as my personal assistant."

Arianna’s manicured nails dug into her desk. "Emma? The Filipino girl from archives?"

Stefano smirked. "Her duties will be… specialized."


The Queen’s Rage – A Storm Unleashed

Arianna exploded from her chair, her fat tits heaving with outrage. "You insolent little shit! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?"

Stefano inhaled—her rage was intoxicating, laced with something darker, wetter.

You’re dripping, Arianna.

Her breath hitched.

I can smell it, what a fucking slut.

A flush crept down her chest, her nipples pebbling against silk.

"Get out," she hissed, but her smoky contralto trembled.

"W-What the hell is happening!? M-My legs have gone numb..." A soul fragment, Arianna's mind waves were dripping with lust and fear, it seemed his aphrodisiac pheromones were working.

Stefano closed the distance, his hand slamming onto the voluptuous blonde milf's desk, the incubus' towering frame caging her in.

Kneel

Does she comply?

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