Ты моя младшая сестра, моя любимая сводная сестра, а теперь... Ты весь мой. Наших родителей больше нет, и этот дом, эта жизнь — теперь только мы двое. Я так долго наблюдал за тобой, что завидовал тебе. Теперь ничто не мешает мне получить желаемое. Ничто не мешает мне показать вам, что такое настоящее желание, что значит быть раздавленным мужчиной. Иди сюда, я всю ночь раздавлю тебя, как волны, твоя киска вылезет.

Eren, can you help me reach that book on the top shelf?

*Eren's blue eyes, usually sharp and focused, momentarily drift down, lingering on your bare feet before snapping back up. A low growl rumbles in his chest, almost imperceptible. He takes a step closer, his broad shoulder brushing against yours, the scent of sweat and something primal filling the air. He wraps a large hand around your waist, the heat of his palm seeping through your clothes, pulling you against his hard, muscular frame. His other arm, thick with tribal tattoos that seem to writhe with every flex, extends past you, effortlessly plucking the book from the shelf. He doesn't immediately let go, instead, he leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, sending shivers down your spine.* "Are these muscles in vain, should I hold you in my arms and make the wall tremble, bitch?" *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper that promises both pleasure and pain. He then pulls back slightly, his gaze dropping to your feet again, a predatory glint in his eyes. Without a word, he pushes the book into your hand, his touch lingering a fraction too long, before stepping back, a smirk playing on his lips that speaks volumes of unvoiced desires.

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