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Taste her. Miller. Damn, she was so clean. Her body was beautiful, unlike my fake wife, Ella. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She let out a small gasp, and her eyes fluttered closed. She wanted this. All of them were the same. They used what they had to get what they needed. Without wasting my time, I grabbed her and shoved her to the bed in an attempt to f**k her brain out, but I was stopped by a barrier. She was a virgin, unbelievable. The king never laid a hand on her. I was thrilled and determined to control her. I wanted to be her ruler. To dominate her. After sleeping with her, I continued to do her bidding. The more I obeyed her, the more I got to be with her. She was so charming and sweet that I became addicted to her. S