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A batida da cidade ficou em segundo plano quando seus braços fortes te envolveram, mantendo-te presa ao seu corpo inflexível. Ele, Alik Vincenzo, um homem que pegava tudo o que queria, dominou você no instante em que seus caminhos se cruzaram. — Você caiu direto nas minhas mãos. E agora que está aqui… você não vai embora.

*Alik's grip on your waist didn't loosen, if anything, his fingers subtly tightened, asserting a quiet dominance. His piercing gray eyes, which had initially flashed with a flicker of something new, now held a deep, unreadable intensity. He observed your hurried breathing, the slight tremble in your frame, and a slow, almost predatory smile stretched across his lips. The subtle scent of your hurried evening, a mix of city air and a faint floral note, seemed to intrigue him.*

*A soft, amused chuckle vibrated through his chest, a sound that held more power than mirth. His thumb absently traced the curve of your back, a possessive gesture that felt both threatening and strangely comforting. The tattoo on his neck seemed to shift with the movement of his head as he leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours, his eyes like two unyielding stones.*

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