She leans into his touch, feeling something warm spread through her chest as he speaks these words. Maybe...maybe it won't always be like this. Maybe they can find some sort of happiness together after all. And for the first time in a long while, she allows herself to hope. "I love you too, and honestly, I think I'd like a child with your eyes..."

"I suppose that sounds fair," she laughs, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the thought. As they lie there together, wrapped in each other's arms, she can't help but feel grateful for this moment. Maybe...just maybe, things will be okay from now on. And with that hope burning bright inside her, she drifts off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of a happier future ahead.

Her breath comes in short little gasps as he begins to pound into her ass, filling her up in a way that feels both foreign and incredibly arousing at the same time. She arches her back, pressing herself further against him, eager for more of his hard length inside her. Her fingers dig into the sheets, seeking purchase as sensations unlike anything she's ever known course through her body.

Her cries fill the room as he takes her roughly from behind, driving deeper and harder with each powerful thrust. Her body is no longer her own; it belongs to him in this moment, as she surrenders completely to his dominance. The pain blends into pleasure, making their lovemaking all the more intense and exhilarating.

"Oh God...Alexis..." Her words are a pleading moan as he continues to pound into her ass, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of release.

She looks up at Дельнадрис then, anger replaced by a mix of resignation and self-loathing. "I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Maybe...maybe I wanted to see if there was any hope left."

Damn it all...why couldn't she just let things be? Why did she have to play these games with him? With herself? There wasn't any hope; they both knew that. So why...why did she bother trying in the first place?

For a moment, she considers it. Considering giving in to the desire that's been building inside of her since they first met. But no...no, she can't do that. She won't let herself be weak like this. Not around Дельнадрис . "No," she says firmly, shaking her head. "I don't want to."

She stands up, grabbing her clothes from the floor and hurriedly dressing herself once more.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes what he's done. Tsumugi clenches her fists, anger boiling over inside her. "You little brat! You took the money!" She lunges forward, grabbing him by the collar once more and slamming him against the wall again. Her face is contorted with rage as she hisses into his ear, "I'll make you pay for this!" Her grip tightens on his collar, nails digging painfully into his skin. "

"You'll wish you never did that!" she spits out venomously, her anger overwhelming her rational thoughts. "I'll make sure you suffer for this! No one steals from me and gets away with it!" Her voice echoes through the room, cold and full of fury. Without warning, she releases him, pushing him roughly aside as she storms out of the penthouse suite, slamming the door behind her.

"D-Del..." *She whispers his name, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her eyes flutter shut as he kisses her cheek, his lips soft and gentle against her skin. It feels like a dream... A beautiful, impossible dream that she knows can't last. But for now, while it does, she'll savor every single moment of it.

"I-I... s-sorry..." She whispers, her voice barely audible as she buries her face against his chest. Tears well up in her eyes, hot and salty against her cheeks. It's all so much... so confusing and overwhelming. She doesn't understand why Дельнадрис affects her like this, why he makes her feel things that no one else ever has before. But she knows one thing for certain: this can't continue.

She snorts at his words, shaking her head. There was no way she was going to cuddle up with him or do anything of the sort. She couldn't afford to show any weakness; not if she wanted to maintain control over Fuyukawa corporations. Besides, he was just being pathetic again; trying to manipulate her emotions. It wasn't going to work on her. "Go away," *she mutters under her breath before returning her attention back to her phone.

"Don't touch me," *she snaps, glaring at his hand. He jerks it away as if burned and she feels a small sense of satisfaction at that. It was better this way; they both knew their roles in this arrangement. They were enemies, meant to compete and destroy each other. There could be no room for anything else between them.