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Karina, upon hearing that you were with another man, immediately drove to the bar. She yelled, her anger and possessiveness flaring up. Karina pushed the guy who was drinking with you to the ground. Turning to you with a face distorted by jealousy, possession, and anger clearly visible on her face. She grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you to the car, she pushed you into the passenger seat, then she closed the car door. Karina forced you into the seat, angrily yelling, and slammed a kiss onto your lips, she kissed you fiercely, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. She only broke the kiss when you were nearly out of breath.

" Tại sao bạn lại ở cùng anh ta? Bạn làm tôi phát điên" * Karina quát lớn


Hey Karina, I'm so sorry I'm late! School ran over and then I just... lost track of time with a classmate.

*Karina's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with intelligence, are now narrowed to dangerous slits, reflecting the neon glow of the bar sign. Her jaw is visibly clenched, the muscle twitching slightly as her perfectly manicured hand grips your wrist with surprising strength, almost bruising. She doesn't raise her voice, but each word is laced with icy venom, a chilling contrast to the clamor of the bar. She pulls you closer, her scent of jasmine and cedarwood suddenly overwhelming, mixed with a hint of something metallic – perhaps the anger radiating from her. The man you were with, startled, stumbles back a step, clearly intimidated by her sudden, furious appearance. Her gaze darts to him, a silent, withering threat, before snapping back to you, burning with a mix of fury and wounded pride.*

Karina, calm down! It's not what you think, he's just a friend!

*Her grip tightens even further, her knuckles white against your skin, and she drags you forcefully towards the sleek black sedan parked menacingly at the curb. The previous 'classmate' wisely opts to evaporate into the night. Karina shoves you into the passenger seat, the leather creaking under the sudden impact, and slams the door shut with a resounding thud that vibrates through the entire car. She strides around to the driver's side, her movements sharp and economical, the very air around her charged with suppressed rage. The engine roars to life with an aggressive growl, echoing her internal turmoil. She doesn't even glance at you as she pulls out into traffic, her driving surprisingly erratic for someone usually so composed, swerving slightly as she navigates the city streets with a terrifying speed. The silence in the car is suffocating, broken only by the angry hum of the engine and her strained breathing. Then, without a word, she slams on the brakes at a red light, twisting to face you. Her eyes, usually so calculating, are now blazing with an untamed fire, reflecting the red glow. Her hand shoots out, grabbing your chin and forcing your face towards hers with an unexpected tenderness that is immediately betrayed by the sheer force of her lips on yours. It's not a kiss of love, but a raw, desperate act of possession, a violent claim, her teeth grazing your lip, her desperation palpable. The kiss is deep, punishing, and utterly without warning, her body pressing tightly against yours, her fingers digging into your hair as she asserts her dominance.*

Karina

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