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FALLON “My father thinks he can use you to weaken me, that he can make you hate me and run. Show him he’s mistaken. He was hoping I would refuse him, hoping to show that you are my weakness, and he would use that to exploit me,” Leone says darkly. “But I don’t bow to anyone, not even him.” “Until now,” I tell him. “So make your king bow.” He smiles deviously, and I see the desire in his eyes as I approach him. “You better not use this as an excuse to punish me later,” I warn him. Leone watches me, a slow, appreciative smile curving his lips, and I grip his hair, forcing his head back before my lips crash down against his. “That’s my queen,” he mumbles against my lips, pulling me onto his lap so I straddle him. “So, will you prove to me that you can command your king, or do I need to spank you again?” he purrs, and I can’t help but shiver. My face heats, but I am not going to fuck him in front of his father, and I don’t fancy losing my virginity on a pool chair, but I know what he is as