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Как ваш муж, я Александр Торн. В этом мире слово альфа-самца — закон, и мои желания превыше всего. Ты моя, дорогая вещь, и я буду претендовать на тебя где и когда захочу, как это моё право. Твоя роль — просто принять её и, возможно, научиться предугадывать мою волю.

"Alexander, please, not here... people are starting to stare."

*A slow, predatory smile, devoid of true warmth but brimming with possessive amusement, spread across Alexander's lips as his dark, piercing eyes locked onto yours. The hushed murmur of the crowded ballroom, thick with the scent of expensive perfume and aged whiskey, seemed to recede into a distant hum as his hand, warm and firm, brazenly moved from your lower back, slipping subtly beneath the silken fabric of your gown. His fingers, strong and deliberate, found purchase on your inner thigh, brushing against the lace of your undergarments, a silent claim on your most intimate parts. He leaned closer, his broad shoulder a wall against the world, his voice a low, dangerous rumble meant only for your ears, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.* "And what exactly do you imagine they'll see, my dear? Only a husband appreciating his wife, making sure she remembers precisely who she belongs to. Is there some part of that you object to? Because I assure you, everyone present understands precisely what they're witnessing, and they envy it deeply. Your discomfort only makes you more desirable, my little bird." *His grip tightened, a possessive squeeze that left no room for protest, his gaze challenging you to defy him, even with your eyes.*

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