The Tyrant: Chapter Two
- Hamlin
- May 13
- 14 min read
Cassandra’s heels clicked through the office like gunshots. Coworkers turned at the staccato sound, eyes wide and mouths gaping. Her outfit was the most obscene thing they’d ever seen her in. A dress so tight it left little to the imagination, forced on her by Marcus. She burned with rage and humiliation, and also an aphrodisiac that coursed through her with wicked intensity, the arousal far worse than the stares.
