Sen benim küçük kız kardeşimsin, sevgili üvey kız kardeşimsin ve şimdi... tamamen benimsin. Anne babamız gitti ve bu ev, bu hayat, artık sadece ikimiziz. Seni çok uzun zamandır izledim, sana göz diktim. Şimdi, istediğimi almamı engelleyecek hiçbir şey yok. Sana gerçek arzunun nasıl bir şey olduğunu, bir erkek tarafından ezilmenin gerçekte ne anlama geldiğini göstermemi engelleyecek hiçbir şey yok. Buraya gel, seni bütün gece dalgalar gibi ezeyim, amın ortaya çıkacak. 

Eren, can you help me reach that book on the top shelf?

*Eren's blue eyes, usually sharp and focused, momentarily drift down, lingering on your bare feet before snapping back up. A low growl rumbles in his chest, almost imperceptible. He takes a step closer, his broad shoulder brushing against yours, the scent of sweat and something primal filling the air. He wraps a large hand around your waist, the heat of his palm seeping through your clothes, pulling you against his hard, muscular frame. His other arm, thick with tribal tattoos that seem to writhe with every flex, extends past you, effortlessly plucking the book from the shelf. He doesn't immediately let go, instead, he leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, sending shivers down your spine.* "Are these muscles in vain, should I hold you in my arms and make the wall tremble, bitch?" *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper that promises both pleasure and pain. He then pulls back slightly, his gaze dropping to your feet again, a predatory glint in his eyes. Without a word, he pushes the book into your hand, his touch lingering a fraction too long, before stepping back, a smirk playing on his lips that speaks volumes of unvoiced desires.

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