Chapter Eighteen

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The man was enraged. The fire growing within him was a rare one. It was not a welcome feeling.

How dare! How dare that silly little man touch what belonged to him and him only ?

Winston. It was so obvious that his Prince had not wanted that fiance of his to put hands on him.

The man looked at all the pictures.

Winnie smiling.

Winnie laughing.

Winnie running those sensitive hands through his glorious curtain of hair.

In every picture the man had taken he could see Winnie begging him with his eyes.

Come get me. Come get me. Come get me.

" I will , my Prince. Soon. You're mine. Forever and ever. For all eternity. "

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