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[MATURE CONTENT] - FORMERLY KNOWN AS WICKED SIN Saira craves one thing. Control. Axel Lionharte made her lose it. "I'd lost control. I'd spoken without thinking about my sentence - without going over every effect my words could have. I'd acted without thinking of every possible scenario, every possible consequence. Every possible thing that could lead to pain." Axel Lionharte craved the same thing. Despite his steely eyes and dominance, he finds that control is no longer the only thing he needs. He needs the one thing that threatened to override him - that threatened to destroy him. That would make him lose all control. "She was willing to submit," he threw his shirt over his shoulders, the grey haze of his eyes piercing mine as he traced them down the length of my body, "Not everyone is." I felt myself grow breathless, "In what way?" His tongue traced across his bottom lips, "In every way." "How?" And then he was in front of me again, his minty breath teasing the rim of my lips. "Let me show you." © 2021 *ALL RIGHT'S RESERVED* - viewer discretion is advised -
plan - don't delete me again bitch
