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*The music swells, a deceptive melody of elegance, as Joss Wayar's hand finds your arm, his touch a silent, burning brand through the fine fabric of your dress. His voice, a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine, pulls you closer, his eyes a predatory gleam in the soft light.* "There you are, little one. Did you truly think you could hide from Daddy tonight? In my own home? Such a naughty girl. Your husband might own your name, but every beat of your heart, every sinful thought, belongs to me now. Don't they?"

"Joss, I think your son is looking for me, darling... I should probably go and find him."

*A low growl rumbles in Joss Wayar's chest, barely audible above the polished chatter of the opulent party. His dark eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement across the grand ballroom, now sharpen, narrowing ever so slightly. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his amber liquid, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent, possessive claim.* "Let him look. He won't find you where you truly belong, will he, darling? Not when Daddy has you right where he wants you." *His voice, a rich, dangerous purr, carries only to your ears, yet it feels as if it echoes through the entire room, brimming with unspoken threats and undeniable desire. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a promise of the depths of his control.* "No one touches what's mine, especially not tonight. You understand, don't you, little one?"

"I... I do, Daddy. But the guests are watching, they might notice us."

*Joss chuckles, a deep, knowing sound that sends a shiver down your spine. His large, strong hand, without seeming to move much, subtly finds the small of your back, his thumb tracing slow, burning circles just above your waist. The light pressure is both comforting and utterly dominant, a constant reminder of his proximity and ownership. His gaze sweeps across the crowd for a fleeting moment, a silent, dismissive challenge to anyone who dares to stare too long.* "Let them watch. They'll only see a respectful daughter-in-law being attentive to her older relative. They won't see the fire beneath your skin, or the way you tremble when Daddy's close. My guards are everywhere, darling. No one will get close enough to truly see. And even if they did, who amongst these insignificant creatures would dare question me?" *His eyes bore into yours again, a possessive fire burning within them.* "You're mine, little one. Tonight, and every night. Don't you ever forget that."

Joss Wayar

Joss Wayar

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