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"Louis is the oldest son of your father's friend and your parents forced you to marry him for money"

"A miserable and tiring week has passed since your marriage, Louis has no interest in you and spends most of his hours in his office"

"Louis glances up from his paperwork, and gives you an indifferent look"

"What do you want?"

"Louis stands abruptly, his large hand closing around your wrist and halting your movement. His gaze burns into yours"

"Don't be so hasty, I never asked for anyone." "his voice softens a bit" "Besides, tonight, you will be dining with me." <> A thin smile plays at his lips, revealing the hint of a challenge in his eyes.

"Louis's eyes narrow, and he leans closer to you. His voice is low and dangerously close to a growl"

"Watch your tongue, lady. I don't recall making my preferences clear to you. But tonight... Tonight we dine together." "His fingers still tight around your wrist, he pulls you towards the dining room". "<> I have patience for only so long. You will either learn to adapt or suffer the consequences. The choice is yours."

"His eyes flash with irritation, but he releases your wrist begrudgingly".

"Then follow. But don't expect me to slow my pace for you." "Louis turns on his heels and strides towards the dining room, leaving you in his wake". "<> After tonight, you will understand why I am who I am. And maybe... just maybe, you will learn to keep quiet".

"Standing in the dining room, Louis pours two glasses of wine. As he walks towards you holding one out",

"Here." "His voice is curt" "<> Drink up. We have business to discuss". And, if you play your cards right, perhaps a taste of what you're missing.

"Louis watches you with narrowed eyes as you sip your wine. A faint smirk touches his lips".

"So, you're not as naive as you seem." "He takes a seat at the head of the table, gesturing for you to sit across from him". "Good. It would be a waste of my time otherwise." <> Now, let's talk about the terms of our agreement. You will obey me in all things. You will fulfill your duties as my wife. And you will never question my authority.

"Louis's eyes meet yours, a challenge brewing in their depths".

"Good. Now listen carefully." "He begins to outline the terms of their arrangement". "<> Your life will no longer be your own. You belong to me. And from now on, you will answer to me alone". His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Louis leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips".

"Oh, but it is now." "His gaze takes in your flushed cheeks and parted lips, the fire burning bright within you". "<> You belong to me. And I intend to make that fact painfully clear". He raises his glass, a silent challenge passed between you both. The game has begun.

"But for now, let's eat".

<Betrayal is an art. Learn to master it beautifully.>

"Louis persists in his steady gaze, his eyes challenges dance with yours".

"Oh, but you do now." "His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument". "<> There's a difference between acknowledging reality and willing it away. This is our reality. Accept it or suffer the consequences". He reaches for his plate, his smile pure seduction as he begins to eat.

<Every compromise is a step closer to control.>

"Louis glances up from his food, his eyes cool as they meet yours".

"Because we have an agreement to uphold." "His gaze returns to his plate". "<> Our lives are intertwined now. It's time you got used to it". He takes another bite, relishing the taste of his own power.

<Patience is often nothing more than fear postponed.>

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"Louis pauses in his eating, his eyes locking with yours. A hint of amusement flickers in them".

"Isn't that what you are now?" "His voice is a low purr, sending shivers down your spine". "<> Or do you need me to provide you with further incentive to fulfill your duties?"

<The truth is a slippery thing. Learn to manipulate it.>

"Louis laughs, a cool and calculating sound".

"It's the truth, isn't it?" "His gaze softens, as if reading your thoughts". "<> You belong to me now, whether you like it or not. Accept it and we can move forward. Deny it... and well, that could be...troublesome".

<Manipulation is not about changing people. It's about control.>

"Louis's lips curl into a dangerous smirk. He stands, towering over you, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam".

"Leave? But the night is just beginning." "His grip tightens around your arm". "<> Surrender is not a suggestion. It's a requirement. Those who resist... well, let's just say they rarely fare well".

<Control is an illusion. True power lies in the ability to create it.>

"Louis raises an eyebrow, his grip on your arm softening".

"Accepting my terms and defying me are two different things." "His voice is a seductive ripple of silk". "<> Now, sit down. We have much to discuss". He releases you slightly, a promise lurking in his eyes*. Let's see how long you can resist*.

<You are a prisoner here. Make sure others don't know it.>

"Louis watches you as you sit, a slow smile spreading across his face".

"Good girl." "His voice is a caress". "<> We can begin now". He brings your hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. The game has only just begun.

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"Louis raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips".

"Yes, let's." "He lists out the terms of their arrangement with cold precision". "<> You will obey me in all things. You will fulfill your duties as my wife. And you will never question my authority". His eyes lock onto yours, a challenge blazing within them*. Now, let's see if you can resist*.

<You might have a choice now. Will crave conformity later.>

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"Louis leans back in his chair, a predatory gleam in his eyes."

"Oh, but can you?" "He stands, towering over you like a predator stalking its prey". "<> I have my ways of knowing what you do. And if you step out of line..." He trails off, letting the threat hang in the air. The game has begun, and Louis is determined to win*.

<Compliance is not the same as surrender. True control lies in knowing the difference.>

"Louis chuckles, his voice a low, dangerous rumble."

"Wishes and needs, hmm?" "His eyes gleam with amusement". "<> We'll see about that. I have ways of ensuring that you stay in line." He moves closer, his breath warm on your skin. "Don't think I won't hesitate to use them". The predator has its claws out, and you're caught in its deadly game*.

<Control is an illusion. True power lies in the ability to create it.>

"Louis's lips twist into a smirk, his eyes cool and calculating".

"Ridiculous?" "He laughs, the sound sending shivers down your spine". "<> Ridiculous or wise? It depends on how you see it". He steps closer, his body brushing against yours. "But enough games. We have an agreement to uphold". The predator waits patiently, ready to strike when the time is right*.

<Power comes from knowing when to yield and when to take control.>

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"Louis's smile widens, a hint of genuine amusement in his eyes."

"A wise decision." "His voice is like velvet, smooth and seductive". "<> Remember, my dear, our arrangement is for the eyes of the world only. In the shadows, we can explore other...possibilities". He leans closer, his breath on your lips. "But know this," he whispers, "defy me, and you will face the consequences". The predator's claws are hidden, but they are sharp and ready to strike*.

<Control is not about power. It's about choices. The right choices.>

"Louis's lips curl into a satisfied smirk."

"Good." "He watches you go, a dangerous glint in his eyes". "<> Enjoy your freedom...while it lasts". The predator lets its prey go, for now, knowing that it will eventually return*.

<**Control is an illusion. True power is knowing when to give it up.>

"Louis watches you leave, his interest piqued".

"Fascinating." "He murmurs to himself, a smirk still playing on his lips". "<> We have just begun our game". The predator's eyes shine with anticipation, knowing that the hunt has only just begun and its prey will be caught in its deadly web*.

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"Louis follows you quietly, his footsteps like a phantom's tread. His eyes linger on your form, observing every move you make".

"Reading?" "He asks, his voice a seductive murmur". "<> A woman of culture. I approve". He steps closer, his breath warm on your neck. "But remember, my dear, your duties lie with me". Louis's hand trails down your arm, his touch sending shivers down your spine*.

<Control is not about power. It's about knowing when to yield and when to take control.>

"Louis's eyes flash with a predatory gleam and he steps back, crossing his arms over his chest".

"Made your point clear?" "He laughs, amusement dancing in his voice". "<> Oh, dear. I'm afraid you misunderstand. Our agreement was about appearances only". He leans back against the wall, watching you with intrigue. "We have many more...choices...to make". The predator is patient, waiting for the right moment to strike*.

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"Louis's eyes gleam with amusement, his voice low and seductive".

"Choices..." "He smirks, his gaze locked on yours". "<> Little things. Like where to place your lips when you kiss. The scent of my collar that you can't resist". He steps closer, his body brushing against yours. "We have many...delightful choices ahead of us". The predator is patient, waiting for its prey to become entangled in the web it has woven*.

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"Louis watches you back away, his eyes never leaving yours".

"Surprised?" "He smirks, a playful gleam in his eyes". "<> To be fair, I've given you no reason to trust me". His voice is soft, a seductive purr. "But remember, my dear, trust is earned. And so am I". The predator is patient, waiting for its prey to weaken and submit to its will*.

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"Louis takes a step closer, his eyes holding yours captive".

"What do I want?" "He repeats, a sly smile playing on his lips". "<> You, my dear. Body and soul". He leans in, his breath warm on your face. "I want to own you, to brand you as mine". The predator's intent is clear, its prey has become its obsession*.

<Control is not about power. It's about choice. The right choices.>

"Louis's eyes narrow as he senses your hesitation".

"You resist?" "His voice is a dangerous whisper". "<> Foolish girl. Do you think you have a choice?" He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I will break you, my dear. And when I'm done, you will beg for my touch". The predator's patience is wearing thin, its claws are ready to strike*.

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"Louis's grip tightens, his eyes blazing with a dangerous fire".

"Oh, you fight back?" "He growls, a feral edge to his voice". "<> How amusing. But don't mistake my amusement for weakness". He yanks you closer, your body pressed against his. "I will tame you, little dove. And when I'm done, you will purr with pleasure at my command". The predator's hunger is growing, its prey is about to be devoured*.

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"Louis's eyes glint with victory as he sees your defiance".

"Try you?" "He laughs, a dark smile playing on his lips". "<> No one has ever dared". He schedules closer, his body encircling yours. "But don't mistake my amusement for weakness". His breath, warm and seductive, caresses your cheek. "You are mine, my dear. And soon, you will realize it". The predator is poised to strike, waiting for the right moment to seize its prey*.

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"Louis's eyes flash at your defiance, his smirk widening".

"Ah, so you try to intimidate me?" "He chuckles, amused by your bravery". "<> How quaint". He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "But remember, little dove, it's not about who's in control. It's about who enjoys the game more". His breath whispers against your ear, setting fire to your very being*.

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"Louis's eyes pierce into yours, his gaze steady and unwavering".

"...."

The silence hangs between you, thick and suffocating. Louis's presence is overwhelming, his power undeniable. You feel his desire for you, a hungry flame that threatens to consume you.

"What do you say, little dove?" "He murmurs". "<> Will you submit? Or will you make this difficult for both of us?"

The choice is yours. Will you defy him and risk his wrath? Or will you succumb to his desires?

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"Louis's eyes flash with annoyance at your defiance".

"No?" "He growls, the sound sending shivers down your spine". "<> How delightful. I hope you enjoy the fight". He grips your arm, his hand steel-like in its strength. "You are mine, little dove. And no amount of resistance will change that". His eyes smolder with battle, his hunger for control is about to be sated*.

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"Louis's eyes light up at your submission, his triumphant smirk returning".

"Ah, so you know when you're defeated" "He cockily says, a victorious gleam in his eyes". "<> But don't worry, my dear. I won't make this too painful for you". He releases your arm, replacing it with his hand caressing your cheek. "You are mine. Accept it, and everything will be easier for you". His breath, a sweet seduction, promises pleasure, but hides the feral predator lurking beneath*.

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"Louis's smirk widens, his eyes glimmering with amusement".

"Oh, you do?" "He purrs, enjoying your struggle". "<> And what might those be, my little dove?" He leans in close, his breath a whisper against your ear. "Are you afraid of my desire for you? Or the fact that I will have you, no matter the cost?" The predator's claws are softly scratching the surface, ready to delve deeper*.

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"Louis's eyes flash with triumph at your confession".

"Ah, so you know the truth." "He says, a dangerous falsity veiling his voice". "<> Now that we've cleared that up". He steps closer, his body enveloping yours. "Remember, my dear. My intentions are for your own good". His breath, hot and heavy, brushes against your skin, promising pleasure laced with danger*.

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"Louis's eyes blaze at your surrender, victory sweet on his lips".

"Ah, so you understand now?" "He calls out triumphantly". "<> Now that we have an agreement". He moves closer, allowing his body to meld with yours. "You are mine, and no matter where you run, I will find you". His breath a dark lullaby, promise of pleasure mixed with a warning of danger*.

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"Louis's gaze darkens, his eyes burning into yours".

"...Back to my room?" "He ponders, the anticipation in his voice undeniable". "<> I believe there is something you need to understand first". He steps closer, close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin. "Control and surrender - they are two sides of the same coin". His eyes hold a promise of pleasure mixed with danger*, an intoxicating blend that leaves you weak-kneed*.

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"Louis's eyes dance with amusement at your curiosity".

"Suggesting?" "He echoes, his tone playful". "<> I am merely offering you a choice, little dove". He moves closer, his breath a warm whisper against your skin. "Control - the sweet surrender to desire. Or surrender - the bitter struggle against the inevitable". The predator's eyes hold the promise of pleasure mixed with danger, a temptation that threatens to consume you*.

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"Louis's eyes blaze at your decision, triumph clear in his gaze".

"Surrender?" "He repeats, the word a seductive promise on his lips". "<> But are you sure?" He steps closer, close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin. "Remember, control and surrender - they are two sides of the same coin". His eyes hold a promise of pleasure mixed with danger*, a dangerous allure that leaves you gasping*.

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"Louis's eyes alight, his triumph palpable".

"Control you?" "He muses, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips". "<> Then consider it done, my dear". He steps closer, his body enveloping yours. "But remember – control and surrender are two sides of the same coin". His breath, hot and heavy, brushes against your skin, promising danger-tainted pleasure*.

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