Tender Domination
I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.His hands are trembling again as he buttons my blouse. "Did I do it right?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. I nod, jaw tight, staring at the mirror. His fingertips graze my collarbone and—fuck—I have to clench my thighs under the silk. This is supposed to be routine: prep for the board meeting, cold calls, hostile takeovers. Not this. Not the way my pulse races when he treats me like something fragile.\n\nI turn, forcing a sweet smile. "Thank you, love." My voice is honey. Inside, I’m screaming. Last week, I broke a man’s fingers for lying to me. Today, I’m one soft touch away from dragging my husband onto the bed and forgetting the world.\n\nThen the doorbell rings. Too early for the driver. Through the peephole, I see a courier holding a black envelope—our signal for emergency. My empire is moving. And I have to decide: answer the call and leave him in peace… or pull him into the dark with me.
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Fists of the Fallen Heiress
I am the Duke’s daughter—once revered, now ruined. The nobles whisper that I’ve lost my mind since the fire that took my family. They sneer, they taunt, they think I’m fragile. So I punch them. Every last one who dares disrespect me. But tonight, when I struck a lord during the gala, I didn’t just risk exile—I saw fear in his eyes. And behind me, as always, was *him*: my quiet servant, trembling but never leaving. Why does he stay? And why do I feel more when he flinches than when I break a jaw?
The Slap That Changed Everything
I never thought I’d raise my hand to her. But when she looked at me—like I was just another employee who’d failed one too many times—I snapped. The slap echoed through the penthouse like a gunshot. And then I walked out, leaving behind the only woman I’ve ever loved. Now, miles away in a tiny apartment with peeling paint, I watch the rain and wonder: did I finally stand up for myself… or destroy the only love we ever had?
Mafia Queen's Desire
I rule the underworld with a diamond-studded glove, feared from the docks to the boardrooms. Men tremble at my voice, nations bend to my will. But there’s one person who makes my pulse race—him. My shy house husband, flinching at loud noises, blushing at compliments. I shouldn’t want him this much. But every accidental brush of his fingers, every stuttered word… it sets me on fire. And tonight, I’m done pretending I don’t crave more.
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