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If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil. "Once again, please forgive me, Young Master," said the maid kneeling in front of him. "I will bring you a new dish, Young Master," he continued in a voice trembling with fear. It's not that the little boy has superpowers to make him afraid, but the father of the child is the ruler of this country, it's clear that the servant is afraid because he has annoyed his child.

“Can’t you handle losing?” Young Master Warren smirked and laughed with a lot of disdain, “Ha-ah-ah…, young girl, when I was out there making a name for myself, you were still cuddling in your mother’s arms. Your provocation is useless to me! Don’t try to struggle. Be my girl. I can give you a lot of whatever you want.” After saying this, he waved his hand towards his men. Those men, looking like wolves seeing a little white rabbit, smirked and walked towards Maria.

PIERRE POV “It’s an honor to have another Young Master join us here.” Young Master? OOOOOOKAYYYYY? “I will leave him in your care then.” Mom replied before giving a small nod to the school’s principal who seemed rather overly enticed by the idea of the ‘other young master’ joining Rhodez High. If I were to be brutally honest, the idea of being called the Young Master didn’t really phase me. I have ever only seen them in Asian movies and never thought that they are a real thing and that someone could be literally addressed as the Young Master. Or those overzealous titles.

"Look at me young lady, I've got a lot of responsibilities and you won't be the reason I slow down. I'll kill without blinking so don't you fucking waste my time with your silly replies and my name leaving your lips. It's Master from your filthy lying mouth!" He roared and I vibrated, shaking in fear. "Yes, Master!"

Then what it will take for him to understand it? "Now I want you to do something." Rose blinked at him as he took a seat beside her on the bed before effortlessly pulling her over his lap. Her covered body slightly brushed against his bare ones making her breathe out unevenly. "From now on don't call me Master." Her eyes snapped up to his soft ones. "What?" He nodded his head, raising his hand and placing it over her rosy cheek letting his thumb caress her soft flesh. "It stings my ear whenever I hear you calling me Master. I admit there was a time when I used to love hearing that word from your lips. It gave me a sense of having authority over someone like you." Rose stared at him with conf

Only… “Isn’t that the same as making the young master a target of their anger? Won’t that be a problem?”

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."

Maren and someone who looked like a doctor were standing over me. Maren didn't look happy to see me. "Can you give us a minute, doctor?" he asked. Soon we were excused. "This wasn't supposed to happen, Luca. What the hell were you thinking?" I shook my head and replied, "I wasn't thinking straight." "Some slave girl's pussy gave you ideas on becoming a hero? Is that your weakness?" "I.. I don't know, master Maren." "Well, you were supposed to fuck my wife tonight, after the show with the visitor. Now look at you. What would I tell her?"

Tonight, I'm cutting it myself. ... A shaken bottle of champagne exploded overhead as everyone in the private room erupted into a frenzy. They were celebrating the Corinni family's youngest, most untamable wolf finally slipping his girlfriend's leash. One moment I was the revered future Donna of the family, the next I was a ghost in the corner, unnoticed. Dante was rebellious by nature. He usually scoffed at this kind of crass celebration, and his men practically had to beg him to make an appearance. That was precisely what made this annual "Month of No Masters" all the more thrilling.

If Sergio wanted to continue fighting Cassian, then he would never back down. Once Cassian was done speaking, his air shifted instantly into ferocious battle intent. He'd rather die fighting than bend his knee, just like a sword that never knew the taste of defeat. All the guests present at the banquet were shocked by what they saw. "That young man knows that he's no match for Mr. Land, and yet he insists on fighting him! I'm not sure whether to praise his bravery or call him a fool!"