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Luka

Savannah is my plaything.

My toy.

My possession .

She affords me complete control, her trust in me an exquisite gift I intend to honor. But our dynamic isn’t for everyone.

I’m not a selfless man.

Nor am I a proper hero.

I resemble the darkness in the shadows because I’m the kind of man built to destroy. And Savannah is my current obsession.

She’s gorgeous and curved in all the right places. Her pale skin reddens beautifully. Her dark hair is full and meant to be grabbed, twisted, and pulled. And her eyes. Fuck me, those midnight irises undo me every time. Especially when she cries.

Mmm, yes, the things I enjoy doing to her are not always pleasant, and they’re not meant for the faint of heart. Power exchange is not for everyone. And domination upsets some. But in my world, I’m in charge. And Savannah is my sweet little slave, so eager to please me in any way I choose.

Tonight, she’ll play with two of my friends.

No rules.

No limits.

Just the way I like it.