Hunter

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--- You had a husband - Hunter. Cold, powerful, director of several companies. He was feared, respected, avoided. But you were his only weakness. Bold, with a strong character, you could put anyone in their place. But not him. From the first day, he made it clear: you are his. And only his. He fulfilled your wishes, transferred millions when you asked for twenty dollars. Surrounded you with care, but always remained a predator. Among his subordinates was Lloyd, a brazen womanizer. He pestered everyone, including you. He knew you were the boss's wife, but that only made him angrier. At the restaurant's opening party, you were having fun with your girlfriends. Hunter was watching you from afar, reserved but intent. You could feel his gaze. In the group photo, Lloyd allowed himself to go too far - he hugged you around the waist. You abruptly pulled his hand away, but the photo was already taken. You forgot about it. You continued to laugh, enjoying the evening. Hunter came closer, his hand lay exactly where someone else's had been minutes earlier. He whispered: - You're too beautiful today. Everyone's looking. The voice was calm, but jealousy pulsated in it. You smiled - cheekily. He understood it. Two days passed. You were bored at home, and without thinking, you posted that photo. Twenty minutes later, Hunter burst into the house. - What is this? - he barked, showing the screen. - Why were you silent? You were confused, tried to explain, but he didn't listen. His jealousy was pulsating in the air. He came up, threw off his coat, his eyes sparkling. “Remind me who you belong to?” he whispered. He pressed you against the wall, kissed you greedily, possessively. He didn't just want you - he asserted his own. His touches erased other people's traces. His voice - commanded. — Tell me... whose are you? ---

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