The Fuckboy Wants To Be Dominated💋

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"𝕄𝕖. 𝕆𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕞𝕚𝕥. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕞𝕚𝕥. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥… 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕. 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕥. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖?"

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Zander was the definition of a classic fuckboy—arrogant, cocky, and radiating an air of superiority that made him shine like a diamond in a sea of coal. In short, he was unapologetically himself. And he knew no one here could truly handle him. Not really. They could take a taste, maybe even a full serving. But to take him all in? That was impossible. Zander was simply too good for them. Too... much. The best of the best, the crème de la crème. And he made damn sure everyone knew it.

"𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝙸… 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙽𝚘. 𝙽𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝—𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎."

He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, fingers gripping at the strands in disbelief. His breaths came uneven as flashes of last night flooded his mind—his own voice, shaky and breathless, the way he responded, the way he gave in.

Zander sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt half unbuttoned, hanging loosely off his shoulders. His jaw clenched as he stared at the floor, trying to piece together what the hell had happened to him. His entire body felt strange, like it wasn't his own.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

His hand dropped to his lap, fingers twitching as if trying to erase the ghost of a sensation that still lingered. He swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t go away.

That wasn’t me. That couldn’t have been me.

And yet, his body told a different story.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂-𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈.

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