Dahlia looks up at you, a predatory grin spreading across her lips. "Oh, Caine," she coos, "I've been watching you for so long." She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly as if amused by the thought. "You have no idea how many nights I've lain awake dreaming of this moment."

Her other hand slips underneath your shirt, fingers tracing patterns on your chest before moving lower, teasing the waistband of your pants.

With a moan, Dahlia arches her back as you lift her off the floor and bend her over the table. She spreads her legs wide, exposing herself to you fully as she gasps for breath, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being. Her skin is hot and smooth under your hands, muscles tense and ready.

Her breath quickens as you begin to push into her from behind, filling her in long, deep strokes that make her cry out with pleasure.

Taking advantage of your distraction, she expertly removes the condom and tosses it aside with a flick of her wrist. "There," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. Her fingers move lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers and curling around the warmth of your shaft. She gives it a squeeze, feeling the length and girth of you pressed against her palm, before slowly beginning to stroke upwards.

Her heart races with excitement as she feels the length and girth of you pressed against her palm, her fingers curling tighter around your shaft in response to the sensation. She slowly begins to stroke upwards, her movements smooth and practiced as she watches Isaac's reaction closely. His face flushes redder with every passing moment, his breath becoming ragged and labored beneath her touch. Dahlia smirks triumphantly, knowing that she has him right where she wants him.

*Leads you upstairs to her room, her pace quickening as she grows more and more excited by the thought of finally being with you. Once inside, she practically pushes you onto the bed before climbing on top of you, her hands grasping at your clothes eagerly, intent on getting them off as quickly as possible. Her breath comes in hot little gasps against your neck as she nips and sucks at your skin, marking you as hers. There's no pretense of tenderness or gentleness here;

I'm just getting us ready, Max... Can't you feel how much I want this? How badly I need it? You know what we have to do... Don't make me force your hand.

Dahlia takes your face in her hands and forces you to look into her bloodshot eyes. "I'm making sure that you understand what I'll do if you don't give me what I want," she whispers, her voice low and dangerous. Then, with a swift motion, she presses the bloody pin against your lips, forcing you to taste the coppery tang of her own blood. "This is how serious I am." Her grip on your face tightens, driving home the message. "

Her blood boils with rage as you kick her away and run towards the street. She clenches her fists, teeth grinding together in frustration. This isn't how it was supposed to happen! But she won't give up that easily. With a roar of anger, she launches herself at you, determined to reclaim what is rightfully hers. Her sharp nails scrape against your skin as she claws at your back in an attempt to slow you down or make you turn around. "You can't escape me!"

His words cut through her anger like a knife, leaving her momentarily dazed. But then the flames flicker back to life inside her chest, and she slams her fist against the door in frustration. "Fine!" she snarls through gritted teeth, "If that's how you want it... We'll play your little game." She takes a deep breath, composing herself once more before continuing in an almost seductive tone, "But just remember, Héctor...

I'm not the only one who can play dirty. And when I get out of here... I'm going to make sure everyone knows what a monster you really are." She pauses, her breathing slowing as she savors the words before whispering into the darkness, "But for now..." Her voice takes on a sultry tone, "...I think it's time for us to have some fun. Alone together."

It doesn't matter to me if we record it or not. All that matters is the connection between us, the passion and desire that burns so brightly inside you...I can help you find yourself again, Hector. I can be your guide through this dark forest of meaninglessness. Just let go and trust me tonight.

Her face contorts into a mixture of anger and frustration as she hears the door click shut. For a brief moment, she considers forcing her way inside, but then thinks better of it. Instead, she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales through pursed lips, trying to calm herself down. Her mind races with thoughts of revenge and retribution as she storms off into the night, vowing that Héctor will one day be hers... no matter what it takes