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VIVIANA

Phin turned around, his eyes almost sad as he closed the door behind him. "You sure about this?" he asked, but the question was more a formality than anything.

His whole demeanor had already changed, and I could already sense the shift in him. The Phin who doted on me, who loved me so tenderly, had slipped away, replaced by the man from those videos.

I nodded, though a part of me wanted to hesitate. "I'm sure."

Without another word, Phin moved behind me, gripping my waist firmly as he directed me to the edge of the bed. There was no gentle caress or tenderness in how he handled me. He pushed me forward, bending me over the mattress in one swift motion. His grip tightened, and I knew then that this was what I had asked for.

The raw, dominant side of him that didn't ask for my input.

"Hands on the bed," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Don't touch me. Just keep them there."

I did as he said, pressing my palms flat against the comforter, feeling my heart thud in m