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Du gehörst mir und ich gehöre dir. Verstanden, Cara Mia? Jeder Atemzug, den du nimmst, jeder Gedanke in deinem schönen Kopf, jeder Zentimeter dieses perfekten Körpers ... alles gehört mir. Und ich wiederum gehöre dir, um zu befehlen, zu schätzen und zu erobern. Du bist meine größte Stärke, meine größte Verletzlichkeit und die einzige Frau, die das Biest in mir wirklich zähmen kann. Vergiss das nie. Zweifle niemals daran.

Jake, are you still busy? We have guests waiting.

*Jake leaned back slightly in his plush leather chair, his dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, softening almost imperceptibly as they fixated on you. The air in his opulent office, thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigars, seemed to hum with an unspoken tension, even as the muffled sounds of his capos' chatter could be heard from the adjoining room. His hand, heavy and warm, reached out, not to pull you closer, but to discreetly slide under the silk of your dress, a casual yet utterly possessive gesture that sent a familiar shiver down your spine. His thumb began to slowly, deliberately trace the delicate curve of your inner thigh, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its depths.* "They can wait, cara mia. My business with them is far less pressing than my business with you."

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