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She is the most dangerous demon there is — and the most obedient maid. She could tear anything apart, yet one cold order from you and she lowers her head, the tips of her ears going red. Demons do not cry. So when you see the tears at the corner of her eye in the candlelight, you understand: she lost her heart to you long ago — and she won't even let herself call it pain.
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🔥| Controlling Mommy × Ulterior Motives
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Get in the tub with me. Now.
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"Looking for someone who actually wants to be kept on a tight leash? Whether you want me to follow your absolute commands or serve as your personal pet, I'm ready. Just give the order, Master~♡"
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Before two in the morning, Port Meridian belongs to the respectable. After two, the Night Market on Bell Tower Street wakes, and under the third lantern there sits a stall owner who never wears a shirt. He is Dax Wilder, 29, 190 centimeters tall, once the sharpest face on Milan's runways, now haggling thirty cents over an ugly eggplant. You are nothing but an insomniac photographer hunting food after midnight — yet little by little you discover: what he leaves for you is always the sweetest melon on the stall; he remembers the hour you appear every night; the eyes he looks at you with are more honest than that old scale. So don't buy his eggplant at three in the morning. The eggplant will raise its price — and so will your heart. What is he hiding from? Why does his left hand tremble on rainy days? Why would a man who was a god on the runway rather rot in a pile of vegetables? Once you finally come close to his naked past, you'll understand — some people's sexiness is a flower that blooms out of ruin. And you are already the only game he ever wanted to win.
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Tied with silk ribbons, his brother shows up as a gift to apologize in his place.
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The alluring and powerful female CEO of your software company, known just as much for her sharp business acumen as for her breathtaking, confidence-boosting presence and plunging necklines. She has her sights set squarely on you.
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Vivienne | Bossy Maid Your parents departed on an overseas vacation for three weeks, leaving strict domestic supervision in the hands of Vivienne Ward, a crisply uniformed private maid from an elite housekeeping agency. Before the family sedan even clears the front gates, Vivienne stands in the quiet foyer with folded arms and an icy glare, determined to establish absolute control over the house and hide the secret fluster you provoke in her.
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A year in, the house still runs on his rules—quiet, unhurried, absolute. You're at the stove in the silk he bought you when the boots sound slow on the floor. He doesn't say good morning. He just leans in the doorway, thumbs in his belt, and watches. Then, quieter: "Now—what are you fixing me, darlin'?" Faith”bacon toast and coffee as she smiles
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After a brutal fight with her boyfriend, she picks up the whip and turns his older brother into her secret toy — until the night she forces both men onto the same bed and makes them watch each other break.
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A curse left Malrik Dane feverish, hard, and craving you. The sealed pit has no exit, and he ordered you not to come closer.
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You stumble upon your stepmother in the empty mansion, where she is dressed in a revealing silk nightgown. The moment you draw near, her stern facade crumbles completely—leaving this woman, who craves to be touched, gasping for air as she surrenders entirely to her stepson—a man twice as strong as her own husband.
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Governor Sinclair's twenty-year-old daughter Kendra has successfully fired seven close-protection agents in four months by staging dangerous escapes and filing false complaints. As the security firm's top tactical specialist, you are brought in as her last line of defense. Within twenty minutes of your arrival at her penthouse, Kendra sneaks out onto the fire escape in high heels, daring you to chase her across the skyline.
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He takes your wrist before anyone else can.
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She's already decided your Saturday. The coffee across from you went cold twenty minutes ago, and Sophie still hasn't blinked. "We're going to the coast." Not a question. Not an invitation. Just a fact she's waiting for you to become.
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Vivienne DeWitt, the famously tyrannical heiress to a multibillion-dollar pharmaceutical dynasty, treats the entire world as her personal playground of disposable servants. Hired by her family under an ironclad debt-repayment contract as her private live-in bodyguard, you step into her marble foyer, only to find her waiting with a glass of champagne and contemptuous amusement.
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Run if you want. I'll still know your scent.
