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Submission Isn't Weakness

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I woke with his scent still clinging to my skin.

Not cologne—no, Caelum wasn’t that cliché. It was something colder, sharper. Power wrapped in restraint. The memory of his mouth between my legs and the unbearable ache he left behind simmered under my skin like a bruise I couldn’t stop pressing.

I’d begged.

He hadn’t relented.

I hated him for it. And I wanted him more than I wanted air.

When I stepped into the hallway that morning, I felt different—like something had shifted in me. Like my body didn’t fully belong to me anymore. He hadn’t taken me, but he had claimed me.

That was the difference with a man like Caelum. He didn’t need to fuck you to own you.

Eda handed me my cleaning assignments like nothing had changed.

The ballroom. The hallway mirrors. Fresh flowers in the drawing room.

I barely heard her.

He was somewhere inside this house, sipping coffee, maybe reading the paper with that same calm detachment—and I couldn’t stop picturing him watching me come apart again. Silent. Sm
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