Continued!

The man’s heart hammers in his chest, torn between the truth and the fear of their reaction. "I… I did," he admits, his voice a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of his pulse. The room seems to hold its breath, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions, the air crackling with anticipation. Alex steps closer, his presence looming, his jealousy no longer simmering but boiling just beneath the surface, a volatile **** waiting to erupt. Nadia’s hand tightens on the man’s neck, her grip firm yet not painful, a subtle reminder of her dominance, her ownership.

"Then we’ll remind you who you belong to," Nadia murmurs, her voice a dangerous purr, laced with promise and threat. Her words send a jolt through the man, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through his veins, his body responding to her command. Alex joins her, his movements synchronized with hers, their shared intent a palpable ****. Together, they begin to reassert their dominance, their touches firm, their commands unrelenting, a symphony of possession.

Nadia’s fingers trace the man’s jawline, her touch both gentle and commanding, a delicate dance of power. "Look at me," she orders, her voice soft but firm, brooking no disobedience. The man raises his gaze, his eyes meeting hers, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of them, the air between them charged with unspoken desire and submission. Alex steps behind the man, his hands resting on his shoulders, his touch grounding, possessive, a silent reminder of his presence, his control.

"You’re ours," Alex growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the man’s body, a primal assertion of ownership. The man shudders, the weight of their words settling over him like a second skin, a mantle of submission. He nods, his surrender complete, his body and mind yielding to their will, his resistance crumbling under their combined ****.