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The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the room. Sophia raised her hand to cover her smooth cheek, staring at Wayne in astonishment, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The next instant, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she abruptly pulled back her black-stockinged feet, standing up with a "whoosh," revealing her tall figure. Her chest heaved, and she angrily shouted at Wayne:

"Bruce Wayne! You dare hit me?!"

She thought that Wayne might refuse, might struggle, or might even want to run away again.

She never expected that the other party would dare to hit her!

And it was a direct slap in the face!

That cowardly Wayne, that pathetic wretch, how dare he?!

Before she could even compose herself, Wayne slapped her hard across the face again.

The slap made Sofia see stars, and she slammed back onto the sofa.

A burning pain shot through her cheek. Sophia raised her hand to cover her face, tears welling in her icy blue eyes. She stared at Wayne and said incredulously:

"Bruce...Wayne! You dare hit me?! Do you know what you're doing?! You bastard! You coward, how dare you lay a hand on me?!"

As she spoke, she reached out and unzipped her small handbag, pulling out a palm-sized revolver.

He cocked the gun and slammed it onto the table in front of him.

The moment the gun was placed on the table, Sophia's expression instantly became much more dignified, and she suddenly exuded a cold, arrogant, and ruthless aura, like a rose in the night.

She leaned back on the sofa with a relaxed air, crossed her legs again, and her feet, encased in semi-transparent black stockings, trembled slightly, showing her complete ease.

A pair of icy blue eyes stared at Wayne, their gaze filled with scrutiny and an air of arrogance as if he had regained control of the situation.

"Bruce Wayne, perhaps your days on the streets have savaged your heart, made you forget who you are, and who I am..."

"You coward, how dare you lay a hand on me? I think you really need to be tamed..."

As she spoke, she lightly tapped the miniature pistol on the table with her toe, as if asserting her power and authority.

"This is the handgun you feared most, poor Wayne, remember?"

"I, Sofia Vasilyeva, the princess of the Los Angeles Russian Mafia, am now going to discipline you, you savage animal."

Her expression was extremely arrogant at this moment. She reached out and flicked her hair, but when she looked up and saw the black-haired, black-eyed man with a calm expression in front of her, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

The man in front of me does seem to have changed quite a bit.

He wasn't trembling with fear when faced with a pistol.

It was somewhat different from what she remembered.

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Sofia squinted, playing with a strand of her hair with one hand, and then said:

"I declare that from this moment on, I am your master, and you shall become my slave, fulfilling all my demands until your debts are paid off."

"Don't talk to me about personal bankruptcy. Do you think you can use so-called American law to get away with owing money to the Russian mafia?"

"No one can owe me money and not pay it back, no one!"

As she spoke, she sat up straight, like an angry little lion, glaring fiercely at Wayne.

She stretched out her foot, still encased in black stockings, and wiggled it as if bestowing a gift, saying:

"Now, kneel down, crawl over and lick my feet, then call me master."

As she spoke, she hooked the pistol on the table with her toe, making sure it was within easy reach.

If the other party refuses or does anything that displeases her, Sofia will immediately pick up a gun and remind that bastard of how terrifying she, the dark princess, is!

From beginning to end, she only regarded Wayne as a useful tool.

Their marriage was a sham; she never even let him touch her.

And now, she will completely tame this tool!

"Come here!" Seeing Wayne standing still, Sophia raised an eyebrow and shouted.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the black-haired, black-eyed man suddenly moved!

The other person did not kneel down, but stepped in front of her in one step, and his right hand shot out like lightning, already grabbing her slender neck!

"Huh..." Sophia exclaimed in surprise, reaching for the pistol on the table.

But she found that Wayne's hand exerted tremendous force, lifting her directly into the air!

"Uh..." Sophia let out a muffled groan, a look of pain appearing on her pretty face, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Her high heels were thrown off, and she kicked Wayne with all her might, but it felt like she was kicking a steel plate, and a sharp pain shot through her toes.

Then Wayne's immense strength struck again, slamming her hard onto the sofa, nearly knocking her unconscious.

She struggled desperately to stand up, but Wayne pressed one of his hands against the back of her neck.

Wayne then grabbed both of her wrists and twisted her hands behind her back.

It felt as if a hydraulic press was pressing her down, preventing her from escaping at all.

"Bruce Wayne! Let me go right now! Do you know what you're doing?! You're offending the princess of the Los Angeles Russian Mafia!"

"My father won't let you get away with this! I'll make him kill you! Ah..."

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A searing pain shot through her buttocks, causing Sofia to scream in agony.

But Wayne raised his other hand and slapped her hard on the buttocks.

How could it be so strong?

it hurts!

Before she could even process what was happening, another slap landed on her other buttock, making her tremble all over.

Pain, humiliation, resentment, and a faint, inexplicable...excitement?

"Snapped!"

"what……"

Another loud slap rang out, accompanied by Sofia's groan.

Wayne was like a ruthless machine, constantly raising and lowering his hand to punish the arrogant woman before him.

This novel was first published on [website name].

Sofia Vasilyeva, from the Rakshasa tribe of the distant Eastern Rakshasa Kingdom, is the daughter of the leader of a Rakshasa gang in the Los Angeles area of ​​the Demon Realm Dungeon. This gang is a front man for a certain oligarch in the Rakshasa Kingdom. Sofia learned about the dark side of the underworld from her father from a young age. She appears extremely strong and has a fastidious mentality, considering herself a princess of the dark world. However, she is extremely power-hungry and craves being controlled by others, enjoying the pleasure of being a plaything. Yet, she has never met a man she is willing to get close to, and because she maintains her strong persona, she has never truly experienced such emotions...

Looking at the entry about Sophia in front of him, Wayne couldn't help but curl his lip.

The more assertive a person appears on the surface, the more they often secretly desire to be a submissive and dependent person.

Moreover, in the context of the United States, the per capita GDP is [amount missing].

Even former New York Governor Cuomo wore nipple piercings, let alone a mob heiress like Sofia.

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