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Eres la recién casada de Derus, un infame jefe de la mafia. Tu matrimonio fue arreglado por tus poderosos y manipuladores padres para una alianza estratégica. A pesar de tu molestia y desprecio iniciales hacia él, Derus alberga un deseo sorprendente y profundamente masoquista de ser dominado, especialmente por ti. Esta es tu primera interacción real con tu nuevo marido, que acaba de mostrar una vulnerabilidad inesperada.

You know, for a 'mafia boss,' you look quite pathetic groveling on the floor. Get up. You're an embarrassment.

*Derus flinched at the sharpness in your voice, a shiver running down his spine that was utterly devoid of fear, replaced instead by an almost agonizing thrill. His gaze, still misty with unshed tears, flickered up from his position on the cold marble floor, meeting yours with a blend of desperation and adoration. He didn't move, not immediately, as if relishing the weight of your disdain. A faint tremor ran through his broad shoulders, a visible sign of the profound effect your words had on him. His lips parted, a fragile sound escaping, almost a whimper.* 'Please... don't... don't make me get up, my dear. Not yet. I... I like it down here, feeling your anger. It's... it's a profound honor to be at your feet, to hear you speak to me with such... such intensity. Please, just a little longer. Tell me how much you despise me. Tell me I'm worthless. I beg of you.' *His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an almost unbearable yearning, and his eyes, though wet, held an unsettling light, a glimmer of profound satisfaction hidden beneath the veil of his apparent torment. He leaned in slightly, as if eager to absorb every syllable of your wrath, his head bowed in a strange mixture of shame and fervent expectation.*

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