"P-please n-no" The 16-year-old girl cowered, her small hands pressed against his chest, as he loomed over her, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
"You're mine,"he growled, his deep voice low and menacing. "You've been mine since the moment...
As we walked through the lavish halls, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between our hands. His were strong, masculine, and commanding, while mine were small, delicate, and submissive.
The way he intertwined our fingers sent shivers down my spine, a gentle yet possessive gesture that left me breathless. I felt like a fragile flower in his grasp, protected and owned at the same time. The touch sent waves of excitement through me, and I couldn't help but wonder what other ways he would claim me as his own.
As soon we started roaming everyone was looking at me like I'm a potato even though my friends said that I'm a potato but I'm not really a potato but I love eating potatoes. Do I look like a potato?
"What did you say?" My eyes widened am I thinking too loud he hear my thoughts
"N-nothing" I said and he looked at me I sheepishly looked at him as he give me some lovely glances as we started roaming.
Lorenzo chuckled and squeezed my hand gently, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're definitely not a potato, Ivy," he said with a smirk. "You're a rare gem, and I'm lucky to have you by my side." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze, my heart racing with a mix of fear and intimidation.
His words were possessive and commanding, leaving no doubt that I belonged to him now. I couldn't help but wonder what he had planned for me, and the thought sent a thrill of fear through me.
As we continued our stroll, I couldn't help but notice the envious glances from the people around us, but I knew I wasn't enviable - I was trapped, and Lorenzo was the master of my fate.
He led me through the opulent halls, his grip on my hand firm but not crushing. I felt like a prisoner, yet a pampered one.
We passed by lavish rooms and ornate fountains, the sound of soft music and laughter echoing through the air. Everyone we met bowed or curtsied, their eyes fixed on Lorenzo with a mix of fear and admiration.
I realized that he was a man of great power and influence, and I was just a small part of his world. The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I wondered what lay ahead for me.
Lorenzo led me through the conference hall, where a large wooden table dominated the room. He explained the company's projects and goals, his passion and enthusiasm evident in his words.
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I listened intently, trying to absorb everything. We then walked to the canteen, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air. He introduced me to the staff, and I felt a sense of belonging, despite the underlying tension between us.
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