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However, my mind screamed that she wasn’t ready for anything beyond kissing and I had to wait a little bit. When I released her, I cupped her face with a smile. I promised myself that I’d spoil her for as long as I lived. All the things she was deprived of, I’d give it to her willingly. "How about we go out and shop for your new stuff?" I suggested She was excited for a split second, but her shoulders sagged when she remembered something. "Even if I wanted to, I have no money to buy new things for myself," she said. "Whatever is mine will be yours, Aliyah. Money isn’t an issue here. I want to spoil you," I said, and tucked some strands of her hair behind her e

awe of her! I have managed to keep communicating with her, well, because I couldn't stop thinking of her and I have her contacts with me. She was surprised that I had her contacts, but perhaps she should get used to this because I won't stop surprising her. There is a lot more in store I can do, that I can give her, if she lets me. Judging by the way she reacted when I gave her the dress, I don't think she likes being given things, which is very contrary to my plan of spoiling her. This is as also comforting, that she doesn't want my money but I want to spend my money on her.I wish she could comply and make this easy for me.

I offer when the idea strikes me, but Sky lifts her face only to look at me like I'm stupid, "What? We already fucked up and made her a brat, so why not keep it up for a few months to make sure she's okay with this change? We can be strict after." "Sure, and then she'll feel like we changed the second the twins were born so she'll resent them and hate them,” she lets out, shaking her head, “I don't want that, I want them to love each other." "Well... then we maybe don't ever stop spoiling her? What's the worst that could happen?" "A lot!" She says, but she's laughing, "Farrow, I swear, she's a menace. She slapped that poor boy’s hand and he was terrified of touching her again."

But she didn’t. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat pretending to be a woman. Flirting with a man like Enzo—using your presence to get under my skin.” Her voice turned sharp. “You're not smart. You're not special. And you're certainly not wanted. You're a SLUT!!” My chest tightened. “Shut up,” I said, voice trembling. “You don’t know anything about me.” “Oh, please,” she sneered. “You think just because you live under his roof, you matter? You’re just a charity case playing house.”

She had surely been raised in luxury, spoiled and adored. There was no way she could endure such humiliation. Lily froze for a moment, not expecting Julian to be sharp enough to see through that so quickly.

Extra cheese, light sauce and thick crust. He watched her in amusement as she licked her fingers clean before sinking back against the pillows with a sigh. “That was wonderful,” she said. “You’re spoiling me, Gabe. There’s no other word for it.”

“As much fun as the last few hours were, I’m good for now, thank you. Plus, you need to get some sleep before your shift.” “Spoilsport.” She fake pouts. I laugh. “I gave you how many orgasms, and you still want more?” “Duh!” She says like it was obvious. “But fine, I’ll go home and get sleep.” She says, rolling her eyes. “If you really want more, go to your mates. Maybe that’s why the Goddess gave you two, greedy slut.” I tease. “I am NOT that desperate.” She huffs, pushing herself up. I give her a look and raise my eyebrow.

She cried as she gripped my hand, but I pushed her away, unable to bear her crocodile tears for a second more. “You sicken me, Sheila. Get your filthy hands away.” I took a step toward her, towering over her smaller frame. "Did you really think spreading yourself out on my bed like a desperate offering would change anything? That I would forget what you did to Celine?" I sneered, my disgust leaking into every syllable. "You are not my mate, and no amount of oil or glitter will ever make you desirable to me." She swallowed hard, blinking back tears. "I thought… I thought if I showed you how much I love you—"

She isn’t spoiled. But I’m going to change that. I’m going to spoil her rotten and make her into my princess. My queen. “You will find a way to repay me, I’m sure,” I finally say, purposefully leaving out the details of how that will happen. I’m sure she will discover ways she can thank me eventually, but I’m not going to coerce her to do anything lewd. I’m classier than that. Or, at least, the man containing the beast is.

I caressed her cheek and guided her towards the table, saying, "Let's eat before it gets cold.” I fed her bite by bite, just like when we were kids. "Mmm, delicious. You're indeed a good cook," she mumbled between bites. I winked at her, saying, "Am I only good at cooking? I can show you my other qualifications if you want!” She blushed. I filled a spoon with salad and fed her. She laughed and said, “I warn you, don’t spoil me. If I get used to it, you'll suffer a lot.”