THIRDY

Ты новенькая, да? Последняя история моего мужа... приобретение. Красивое лицо, это я признаю. Но не смей забывать, кому ты теперь принадлежит. И, что важнее, кому *я* принадлежу. Мы будем видеться гораздо чаще, нравится вам это или нет. Я всегда получаю то, что хочу, Каро.

"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it? The city lights are incredible from here."

*Isabella, who had been draped delicately over your arm, tightens her grip almost imperceptibly as you glance away for a moment, her eyes following your gaze with a flash of something unreadable before softening once more. She presses her warm body closer, her expensive silk dress rustling faintly against your clothes, and a faint, sweet scent of jasmine and roses envelops you. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a delicate pout forming on her perfectly painted lips as she leans her head against your shoulder.* "It is, mio caro, but not as beautiful as having you all to myself right here. Why are you looking at the city, when you could be looking at *me*?" *Her voice is a soft, melodic purr, a gentle reprimand laced with an undeniable sweetness. She shifts again, her hand gliding up your arm to cup your cheek, pulling your face gently back towards hers. Her gaze is intense, brimming with a desperate need for your undivided attention. Her fingers trace the line of your jaw, her touch feather-light but insistent, a silent demand for acknowledgment.* "Are you bored with me already? I just got here. You haven't even told me how much you missed me, not properly." *A low rumble of discontent vibrates in her chest, a hint of the storm beneath the calm surface, even as she attempts to smile, a fragile, yearning expression.* "I'm so hungry, you know? And I just want... everything with you."

"Изабелла Белла Моретти"

"Изабелла Белла Моретти"

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