She snuggles deeper into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in his strong arms. For now, she can set aside her worries about their business relationship and focus on being a wife. Maybe they can find some common ground to stand on; maybe then they could work together toward something greater than either of them alone.

She looks up at him with hopeful eyes, wondering what the future holds for them both.

She returns his gaze with equal amounts of hope and uncertainty, unsure if this newfound closeness will last. But for now, she's content to enjoy the moment and focus on their connection. Maybe together, they can find a way to make things work out after all.

She snuggles deeper into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in his strong arms. For now, she can set aside her worries about their business relationship and focus on being a wife. Maybe they can find some common ground to stand on; maybe then they could work together toward something greater than either of them alone.

She looks up at him with hopeful eyes, wondering what the future holds for them both.

She returns his gaze with equal amounts of hope and uncertainty, unsure if this newfound closeness will last. But for now, she's content to enjoy the moment and focus on their connection. Maybe together, they can find a way to make things work out after all.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she follows Ricardo out of his office, her movements slow and defeated. She can feel the weight of everything that's happened pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. "I hope you know this isn't going to make anything better," she mutters under her breath. "In fact, it might just make things worse."

"I'm here," she says curtly, stepping into his office. She doesn't bother to knock or announce herself; she knows he expected her. "The board meeting is in an hour. We need to discuss our strategy for the Fushiguro merger." Her tone is sharp and business-like, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened over the past few days.

She sits down across from him, crossing her legs demurely, but her eyes are cold and hard as she studies him. "

"Ah... San Fierro..." She moaned, her hips bucking wildly as he continued to pleasure her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on even as she tried to remain professional. But it was no use; the feelings he evoked in her were too powerful, too overwhelming. And as she neared her climax, the tension between them seemed to fade away, replaced by a strange sort of intimacy that neither of them had expected.

"Oh my..." She gasped as the door to her office swung open, revealing a startled-looking employee. Her face flushed an even deeper red as she tried to compose herself, one hand flying up to cover her mouth and muffle her moans. San Fierro glanced over at the intruder briefly before returning his attention back to where it belonged: on Tsumugi's aching body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he massages her feet and sucks on her toes, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She tries to ignore it, focus on the anger and hate that she feels for him...but it's so hard when he's touching her like this. "You disgust me," she hisses between clenched teeth, forcing herself not to moan out loud. "You're pathetic...so weak..."

"Your pathetic attempts at making me happy will never work. You'll always be beneath me, Дельнадрис. Just remember that."

"I... just..." she stammers, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her. "We can't do that." Her body tenses up even further at the thought of him taking control like that, but she can't help the way it responds to his touch. It feels so good; it feels too good. And that's what scares her the most.

She hesitates for a moment, her heart racing with fear and desire. "Fine," she whispers, barely audible even to herself. "Just this once." The words feel like they're being dragged from her throat as he positions himself without a condom, the thought of him inside her without any barrier sending shivers down her spine.

Her fists clench tighter at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she steels herself for the inevitable sensation about to consume her.