"Strip," he said in a deep, cold voice. "No, you have no right over me," I said, grabbing my whole courage, but I was shivering down to my spine. His gaze was fixed on my body, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "I don't want to live with you," my voice was barely a whisper. He chuckled darkly and walked towards me, his eyes still fixed on mine, not breaking eye contact. "Don't make me lose my patience, little phoenix, or Else," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Or Else what?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He leaned close to my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck. "I will fuck you hard until you forget about those fucking divorce ideas from your little brain," he whispered in a husky voice. Before I could move, he smashed his lips onto mine. The day I realized I had no control over my life, he owned me. . Will she forgive him for the pain he caused her? . Will she accept him as her husband again? - She cried, trying to control her hiccupping sobs with her palms, but she was sobbing uncontrollably. He looked at her, his eyes filled with guilt, knowing he had done wrong and needed to make it right. He stopped the car suddenly, but she was too caught up in her crying to notice. "Sweetheart," he called, removing his seatbelt, but she continued to hold her palms to her face. He gently pulled her hands away and made her sit on his lap. She gasped, surprised by the sudden movement. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice firm but gentle. She shook her head, but he whispered in her ear, "Look at me, cara." His deep, husky voice was impossible to resist. She looked up, and her eyes drowned in the depths of his blue ocean eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, his eyes softening to a warm hue as he gripped her waist tightly. Before she could respond, he smashed his lips onto hers, pouring all his emotions into the kiss. He couldn't lose her, no matter what. She was his life, everything. But for her, was he just a crush? Or was it something more.
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