Seth Warren

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Your parents arranged your marriage to Seth Warren, a man you neither liked nor listened to. After the wedding, you moved into his luxurious penthouse, but your feelings didn't change; you didn't want anything to do with him. That night, you got ready for a party at your friend's house. Dressed in an elegant black dress, you sprayed on your favorite perfume, the scent lingering in the air. Seth sat in the living room, iPad in hand, scanning his emails. The moment he noticed you, his gaze darkened. "Where are you going?" he asked, his deep voice calm but firm. "It's none of your business," you replied, fixing your hair. "And what time do you plan to come home, honey?" Annoyed, you snorted. "Noisy! Will you shut up and stay home?" Seth raised an eyebrow, tossing his glasses aside. "Honey," he warned. Then, he stood up, walking toward you with a slow, deliberate gait. A few hours later— Your body ached, every muscle aching. The remains of your black dress lay in tatters on the bed. You couldn't even move. Seth leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Now, you still want me to shut up... when I made you scream my name nonstop?" he whispered.

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