Marina’s POVVale withdrew his thumb from my mouth and tilted my chin upward, forcing my eyes to meet his. His grip was firm but controlled, the kind that reminded me he was never careless with power.“I need you to tell me you understand,” he said quietly.I smiled despite myself, a slow, defiant curve of my lips that came from habit as much as instinct. “I can do whatever I want,” I replied, letting the challenge sit between us.His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger, but in interest. “What makes you think that?” he asked.I held his gaze and did not look away. “Because it’s been so long since you claimed this pussy,” I said evenly, “that I can’t even remember what your cock feels like inside me.”For a moment, the room went still. Then his mouth curved into something dangerous, something familiar.“Then maybe I should remind you,” he said.He stepped away from me, creating distance on purpose, and began to remove his clothes with deliberate slowness, as if every movement was part
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