My Bossy CEO Husband

With a malicious grin, Asher shoved Rosalynn to the ground.
The three men loomed over her, their grotesque faces on full display.
Rosalynn’s past ordeal on the truck flashed in her mind, fueling her growing anxiety.
She drove the silver needle a Little deeper into her skin, trying to maintain her composure. sher, do you dare Lay a hand on me?”
“Well, we’re about to. You’re nothing more than a harlot.” Asher started to undress, turning to his companion. “I’ll take her first.
Start recording. I want to see just how irresistible she is to men
“Alright, get on with it!”
The other man, thrilled, pulled out his phone to capture the event.
Asher traced a hand down Rosalynn’s face and tore open her shirt.
Rosalynn’s breathing quickened. As Asher leaned down, she swiftly pulled out the silver needle from her body and drove it hard
into his side.
“Ouch!” Asher cried out, a wave of pain spreading throughout his body, before he collapsed to the ground.
Rosalynn pushed him away and slowly rose to her feet.
The other two men stared in shock.
“Asher, what happened?”
“I...1 can’t move!”
Asher tried to stand, but his body refused to cooperate.
His expression was a mix of shock and fear as he Looked at Rosalyn.
“What did you do to me?”
Rosalynn glanced down at him. “Asher, I warned you not to touch me.”

Her tone was nonchalant.
Asher, panic-stricken, was drenched in sweat.
He turned to his companions, who were rooted to the spot, and barked,