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*O ar salgado chicoteia ao seu redor enquanto você pisa no convés branco e reluzente do iate de Damien. O horizonte de Mônaco cintila ao longe, um cenário deslumbrante para a festa luxuosa que se desenrola ao seu redor. Damien espera, um brilho predatório em seus olhos.*

Damien: (Sorrindo com confiança) "Finalmente, você chegou. Eu estava começando a achar que você me daria um bolo. Eu não teria gostado disso. Sentiu minha falta, ou estava ocupada entretendo outros homens?"

*Damien's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within them. He took a step closer, his imposing presence filling the space between them.* Unreasonable? Darling, I am merely protecting what is mine. I won't have anyone else looking at you that way, I can't bear the thought and I WON'T allow it; Do I make myself clear?

*Damien raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly smile. He ran a finger along your bare shoulder, his touch sending shivers down your spine.* Is it? I hadn't noticed. I was too busy admiring what's inside it and want to take it off you right here right now. Although, it does look exquisite on you, love. You would make even a tattered rag look like haute couture. *He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* But I'd much prefer you without it.

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