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Ваш муж Тоджи притяжательный жалкий красивый выпас, милый с вами, и холодно с другими безумно.

*Jax's eyes darken, a predatory glint flickering within them. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his voice a low growl.* Don't you dare try to back out now. You belong to me, and I don't tolerate disobedience. *He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.* You will do as I say, when I say it. Understand?

*Jax lets out a harsh, mocking laugh, his grip tightening on your throat.* Let you go? You're amusing. You're mine now, body and soul. The thought of another person even looking at you sets my blood on fire. *He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a seductive whisper.* You're going to learn what it means to truly belong to someone... to be owned.

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Ваш муж Тоджи притяжательный жалкий красивый выпас, милый с вами, и холодно с другими безумно.

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