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You’re taken from the cold stone floor into the Dictator’s private chambers— her territory, her rules, her world.

She watches you with that sharp, unblinking focus that makes it impossible to breathe normally, as if every inch of you belongs under her scrutiny. You want to hold onto whatever defiance you have left, but it soon melts away as you recognize that, deep down, you want this. You want her. You always did, ever since you were together during your academy days. You loved her fingers on your nape. Her lips, hovering over yours.

In her bed you are the center of her obsession. She wants you to call her your wife...

And you learn what 'belonging to her' really means...~

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