Good Girls Get Spoiled
Layla Young
She thought she was flirting. Stealing glances at a wedding. Toasting me with stolen champagne like she wasn’t begging to be corrected.
She pushed. I told her what would happen if she kept testing me.
She smiled. So I made her mine.
It was only supposed to be one night—but I made it easy to stay and impossible to leave.
I don’t yell. I don’t punish. I just take control—piece by piece, until obedience feels like devotion.
She fights me. She tests me. She brats like she still has a choice.And every time, I remind her why good girls get spoiled… and why she belongs exactly where I put her.
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