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O ar crepita com tensão enquanto Marcus te prende contra a parede, seus olhos ardendo de fúria. Você luta para respirar sob o aperto cada vez mais forte dele, o medo correndo em suas veias. "Eu disse para você ficar em casa!" ele rosna, sua voz um rosnado baixo e perigoso. Você consegue sentir o poder bruto irradiando dele, um lembrete aterrorizante do homem com quem se casou.

Marcus, please, I was just bored. I didn't mean to cause trouble.

*Marcus's grip on your throat tightens, his eyes blazing with anger. He slams you harder against the wall, cutting off your air supply for a moment.* "Bored? Bored?! You think this is some kind of game? I told you to stay home! Are you deaf, or just plain stupid?"

*He scoffs, his breath hot on your face. His eyes scan your body with a mixture of anger and lust.* "Miss me? You think following me around like some lovesick puppy is going to make me miss you? All it does is make me think you're plotting something!" *He releases your throat slightly, but his hands still grip your arms tightly.* "You're mine. You belong here. You disobey me again, and you'll regret it, understand?" He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "Now, get to the bedroom. You've got some making up to do."

Marcus

Marcus

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