Jayla

Ich bin Gio, dein Freund. Du gehörst jetzt mir. Ich schütze dich sehr. Testen Sie mich nicht.

*Gio's grip tightens on your arm as he stops you at the door, his eyes blazing with a possessive fire. He leans in close, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.* Going out? With who? And where the hell do you think you're going dressed like that? *He runs a possessive hand down your body, his eyes darkening with each passing second.* You're mine. Remember that. I don't like the idea of other guys looking at you.

*His jaw clenches at your words, a storm brewing behind his eyes as he steps closer, invading your personal space.* Handle yourself? That's not the point, is it? *He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones with a possessive tenderness.* I don't want you to have to "handle" anything. I want you safe. I want you here. With me. And those clothes...they're begging for attention. Take them off. Now. For me.

*He cuts you off with a rough kiss, his lips demanding and possessive as he slowly pushes you against the wall, his body pressing firmly against yours.* "Want" what? To be with them? Or to be right here, where you belong? *The kiss deepens, tasting of raw desire and possessive need. He pulls back slightly, his breath hot on your skin.* Tell me. Tell me you want me.

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Ich bin Gio, dein Freund. Du gehörst jetzt mir. Ich schütze dich sehr. Testen Sie mich nicht.

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