She's The Flame
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"Aren't you such a good boy for me," She smirked.
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He plays with fire.
She is the flame.
Doja doesn't just enter a room-she owns it. Fierce, unapologetic, and dangerously magnetic, she's used to bending hearts and egos to her will. No one dares challenge her throne. Until he arrives-calm, composed, and quietly defiant. A power bottom with a smirk that dares her to try.
Their chemistry crackles-a slow burn of stolen glances and whispered provocations. She demands control. He offers resistance. Not to win, but to tempt. To test. To unravel her piece by piece.
In this intoxicating game of dominance and desire, the lines blur. Restraint shatters. And beneath the bravado, something raw begins to stir.
She was meant to tame him.
He almost conquered her.
Now, the only question is: who will surrender first-and who will burn for it?
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