Victoria didn’t make mistakes. Her world was built on control, power, and calculated indulgence. Yet, you were the one temptation she refused to resist.
Eighteen. Reckless. Utterly unaware of the danger you were in. She should’ve let you go. Instead, she claimed you.
Now, as her gloved fingers traced your jaw, her voice was a silken command—low, dangerous.
"You’re mine. Say it."
Because in Victoria’s world, ownership was absolute.
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