Lilianna »»»◈««« Then, suddenly, his heavy hand landed on the back of my neck, sending a jolt of fear coursing through me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair from the back of my head, yanking my face towards his until our noses nearly touched. My hands slammed onto his chest as I stared into his eyes. "Marco..." I whimpered, my voice barely audible, tinged with terror. "Imagine walking onto the set and seeing my wife getting fucked against the wall, on her knees, and on the damn fucking bed?!" he spat. His grip tightened on my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. For a moment, he didn't seem like himself at all as I stared into his eyes. "I-I didn't..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest, "It's my job... It wasn't real." His grip on my hair loosened slightly, but the fire in his eyes remained, "Your job?" he scoffed, releasing me completely as I sank back into my seat. "Your job
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