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Drop your feminism at the door. Haidyn Reeves is going to make you his good little dirty whore in every way.
The Lords try to make you think you’re special. Most of us know the truth and see it for what it is—a curse.
“A well-fed devil is more loyal than a starving saint”
How does a woman thrive when she’s kept in the dark and never watered?
The Lords have handed her to me on a silver platter, and I’m a man who likes to feast.
“In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose me.”
She’s mine to fuck, mine to ruin, and mine to use.
She tastes like a glazed donut—warm and sweet.
Just his presence makes me wet. His words make me weak, and his touch…fuck, my body craves it in the most delirious way.
The leather tightens around my throbbing pulse, and then he buckles it in place. It’s a collar. Something that just further proves I’m a pet. Put a bell on me and call me kitten. I’ll purr for my Lord.
Little Miss Priss to my pretty little whore.
I’m a Lady. Fuck, that feels weird to say. Haidyn’s Lady.
“I vow to be yours, Haidyn. Forever.”
Some dreams feel real but so do nightmares. What you see in the dark will come to light. So instead of opening my eyes, I choose to keep them closed and fall into a depth that not even the devil could pull me out of.
“In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose you, doll face.”
To some, forever is only a matter of seconds.
