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Francisco’s gaze darkened, his face hardening, but he remained silent as she drew nearer, her fingers trailing lightly down his arm.

“Or do you want to punish me?” Hazel whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

“Like some twisted game of BDSM?”

Francisco's muscles tensed, but he didn’t move. Hazel’s fingers lingered on his arm as she continued to push his limits, waiting for his reaction, daring him to respond.

Francisco’s grip tightened on Hazel’s wrists, his voice low and threatening as he growled, “Hazel, you’re waning my patience.” His eyes burned with barely contained fury, yet Hazel only smiled, her defiance unshaken.

Instead of backing down, she grew bolder. Reaching up, she grabbed his collar, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart. Her tone was dripping with allure as she whispered, “I want to feel the way you torture people. Sometimes... torture me in bed, honey.”

Francisco’s teeth clenched as he fought to keep control. He could feel her pushing his butt
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