They’d filmed her on that balcony while her body was still aching, bleeding from me.
Another shot of her laughing at something off-scree. One from Malice in a sundress, sunglasses on her head. Bare legs.
I knew exactly how beautiful she was. I’d mapped every line with my hands and my mouth. I’d watched her cry in my arms because it hurt, watched my perfect little sub bleed for Daddy and apologise for it. I’d watched her sleep on my chest with my chain caught in her fingers like a leash.
Seeing her flattened and edited for strangers hit wrong. It felt like someone else’s hands on her without permission.
Every angle chosen. Whoever ran this thought of her as product. They weren’t wrong; dynasty had turned her into one years ago.
I just didn’t like being reminded that I wasn’t the only one who understood her value.
Numbers glowed under her handle.
Something in my brain misfired. “Six hundred thousand.”
Rome leaned over my shoulder. “Huh. Maddie’s populate.”
“She is not Maddie to you.”
He raised both hands. “Relax. I’m admiring the reach. That’s… obscene, all high profile accounts too. Not just fans.”
Obscene was one word for it. Six hundred thousand sets of eyes on my sub while I wasn’t there to put my hand on the back of her neck and remind her who she belonged to.
Crow instinct didn’t like that math. Crow instinct wanted those six hundred thousand reduced to one. Me.
Nikolai stepped in to look. “Dynasty-heavy audience. Heirs. Investors. Staff. Social climbers.”
Luca stayed where he was, watching my face instead of the data. “She’s high-traffic. We keep a constant net over her tags. Anything off gets flagged before it spreads.”
Him kept the net. I’m just now learning about it.
I scrolled before I could talk myself out of it and tapped the most recent post.
They’d filmed my girl still sore from taking me. Streamed it. Clipped it. Posted it.
My stomach burned. I saw my perfect sub’s first-time blood still drying on her thighs while she posed for a feed.
The comment panel slid up when I dragged a thumb.
Goddess.
Marry me, Maddy.
too pretty to be working this hard
those legs
if my negotiator looked like this i’d sign my soul over lol
she can tell me to jump and i’d say how high
Rome snorted. “The internet is down bad. I respect the commitment.”
“Why are they allowed to talk about her like that.”
“Because it’s Veil,” Luca said. “And because half those handles belong to men we trade with. It’s noise. She doesn’t see most of it.”
“She shouldn’t have to exist as content for people who don’t even know her favourite coffee order.”
