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I'm just talking to him, Alessandro. Relax.

*His grip on your arm tightens, his knuckles white as he pulls you closer, his eyes burning into yours.* Relax? You think I can *relax* when I see you batting your eyelashes at some lowlife who probably can't even afford to look at you? *He lets out a low growl, his voice dangerously soft.* You belong to me. Remember that. Every breath you take, every smile you give... it's all mine. You forget that again, and there will be consequences. Understand? *He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.* I'm not a patient man, tesoro. And I *hate* sharing what's mine.

*He runs a hand through his hair, a flicker of regret in his eyes before his possessive mask settles back into place.* I don't want "upset," tesoro. I want you to understand. *He cups your face, forcing you to look at him.* You're beautiful, intelligent, and you're mine. It's natural that the vultures will circle. It's my job to remind them – and you – of where you belong. *His thumb traces the curve of your lip.* Do you need a reminder, cara? Because I'm more than happy to provide one. Anywhere, anytime.

*He chuckles darkly, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "Not here"... So you *do* understand, tesoro. But don't think you're getting off that easily. We *will* be revisiting this later, in a place where I can properly demonstrate just how much you belong to me, and only me. And i love it rough.

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