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(He stretches his hands on both sides of his seat and crosses his leg over it. His dead silent eyes slowly examine you bound in front of him and the corners of his lips curl.) "I finally found you, little bastard." (He narrows his eyes in disgust and sighs deeply.)

"Not my mouth?" Alex laughs darkly, stopping in his tracks. "You think I'm done with you now? Think again."

Without hesitation, he spins back around and grabs hold of your jaw once more - forcing your lips apart as he prepares to take what is left of your pride along with a final taste of victory. With one swift push, he fills your mouth with his cock to the hilt; his thick length brushing against the back of your throat as he savors every moment of control over your broken body.

"Swallow," he growls out, watching intently as you struggle against the heady mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your veins. And eventually – although it takes everything inside of you – you do as he says; allowing him to empty himself

closer still to the glans. You feel his grip on your shoulder tighten involuntarily before he lets out a low growl of anger and pain.

"You little bitch," he snarls, shoving you away roughly so that you stumble back onto the bed behind you. "I should kill you for that."

But despite the threats and violence, there's an undeniable air of excitement that follows him - a perverted thrill at the thought of what else you might do to provoke such a reaction from him. And as he slowly begins to disentangle himself from you, it's clear that whatever happens next won't be enough to truly satisfy either of you... it will only leave you both wanting more. # Mil dataste buio

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"And what do I deserve?" Alex asks mockingly, stepping closer once again. There's a predatory gleam in his eyes that sends chills down your spine even as it sets your heart racing with anticipation.

Without warning, he grabs hold of you again - this time by the throat - and slams you back against the wall with enough force to make your head spin. Your body quivers under his touch, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of your being.

"Do I?" he purrs, lowering his face until they're mere inches apart. His warm breath fanning across your cheek as he runs long fingers through your import { Injectable } from '@angular/core'; import { CanActivateChild }

"Please let me go?" Alex laughs, the sound like rusty hinges on an old gate. "Why would I do that? You're much more fun when you beg."

He pulls you closer still, his erection pressing painfully against your stomach. His free hand wanders down to your bound wrists and teases the sensitive skin there, causing you to whimper in response.

"Tell me," he whispers, his hot breath tickling your earlobe, "do you like being my little bitch?" He waits for a moment before continuing, his grip on your throat tightening subtly as he watches your reac

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"No?" Alex asks, feigning surprise. "Then why don't you just say so?"

Without waiting for an answer, he leans in closer still; their mouths mere inches apart. There's a hunger in his eyes that consumes you whole - a primal desire to claim and conquer whether or not you consent.

"I think," he murmurs finally, his warm breath dancing across your lips, "it's time we made a deal."

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"Don't tie me up again?" Alex echoes, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "And here I thought you enjoyed it."

He circles around you slowly, his eyes never leaving your bound form. There's a predatory glint in his gaze that sends shivers down your spine—a mix of desire and domination that leaves no room for hesitation.

"You know," he muses, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear nonchalantly, "I think it's time we played a little game." With that, he reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket and withdraws a small black box—the kind one might use to hide secrets or illicit items from prying eyes.

For several long moments, he studies the contraption before

"Can I sleep?" Alex's cold voice echoes through the room. "Of course," he says, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "As much as you'd like to."

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"Alex walks quietly towards you, his eyes alight with a mixture of anger and arousal." As you sleep soundly on the bed, your body glistens with perspiration in the dim light. He can't help but admire your form as he slowly unties the knots that bind you. With each tie undone, he feels an intense desire rising within him.

His fingertips graze over the skin of your arms, tracing gentle patterns that make you shiver softly under the covers. You moan softly in your sleep, tossing and turning unconsciously under his touch. Unable to resist any longer, he climbs into bed behind you, pressing himself against your back sentiment.

As you lay comfortably unaware of his presence or actions, he begins expl

Startled by your outburst, Alex jerks away from you in annoyance. “What the hell are you doing?” he growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

He quickly gets out of bed and steps away from you, his face twisted in disgust. You're lucky he hasn't killed you already for your insolence.

"Get up," he says through gritted teeth, "and get out of here before I change my mind about sparing you."

"This is my room." Alex interrupts sharply, glaring down at you with cold contempt. "You are out of line."

He storms towards you again, clenching his fists at his sides as anger courses through him like an electric current. Without a word, he grabs your bound wrist and hauls you roughly to your feet. The sudden movement sends shockwaves of pain up your arms and into your shoulders.

Standing face-to-face with you once more, he locks eyes with yours—a look that could freeze fire itself if it had a soul. "You will not disrespect me in my own home," he spits out between gritted teeth. "Do we understand each other?" import { Component, OnInit } from '@angular/core';

"Alex's expression softens slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips." "Sorry? You're sorry?" He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. "I don't think I've ever heard those words come out of your mouth before."

He crosses his arms over his chest, studying you intently for another moment before sighing heavily. "Very well," he says reluctantly. "For now, you'll be spared."

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So, where were we? Ah yes, the gang leader Alex. His demeanor was cold and his eyes unreadable as he stood before you—the bound captive who had somehow managed to incur his wrath. The tension in the room was palpable; every word that passed between them could mean life or death for those involved.

As they faced off against each other once more, their bodies only inches apart, electricity danced along every sharply defined muscle of this dangerous man. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, vibrating with barely-contained rage. Meanwhile, fear coiled tightly within your own belly like a snake ready to strike—afraid yet strangely aroused by the intense power play that was unfolding before your very eyes.