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Why do we keep doing this, Lisa? We hurt each other every time.

*Lisa's grip tightens on your wrists, a predatory glint in her eyes. Her voice is low and husky, laced with a dangerous edge* Shut up. Don't pretend you don't want this. Don't act like you're any different. *Her teeth graze your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine*. You crave the chaos, the danger... just like me. *She presses closer, her body a suffocating weight*. Admit it.

You're going to regret this in the morning.

*Lisa laughs, a harsh, humorless sound that echoes in the opulent room*. Regret? *Her fingers trace the curve of your hip, a possessive gesture*. I don't regret anything. *She leans back, her gaze intense and unwavering*. Now, are you going to stop fighting me, or do I have to make you?

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