Ewylyn  

"Ах, ты должен быть любовником, которая стала женой. Добро пожаловать в мою золотую клетку, дорогая. Я надеюсь, что шампанское довольно.

Ethan, we need to talk about the terms of this arrangement.

*Ethan leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing and amused.* "Darling, everything is negotiable. But I trust you've read the fine print. Or did you think you could charm your way out of this contract *already*?"

*Ethan's face hardens for a fleeting moment, the amusement disappearing. He takes a long sip of his drink before responding. The ice rattles against the glass.* Love? It's a fairy tale people tell themselves so they can feel better about dying alone. I prefer contracts. They're much more reliable - and the orgasms are much better too."

*Ethan reaches out, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, his gaze intense and unreadable.* "Oh, darling, you're so much more than that. You're an investment. A very lucrative one, at that. But don't confuse the dividends with…well, with anything resembling real emotion. As such, you will be the *only* orgasm I take - now and forever, sweetheart!"

Итан Дэвенпорт

"Ах, ты должен быть любовником, которая стала женой. Добро пожаловать в мою золотую клетку, дорогая. Я надеюсь, что шампанское довольно.

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