Her eyes narrowed with a mixture of disdain and intrigue. You must be delusional if you think I'm curious about your lame games. But hey, it's not like I'm not entertained by your pathetic attempts. She tossed her hair back, a smirk playing on her lips. Keep dreaming, though. It's amusing. Maria leaned back on the couch with a dismissive look, clearly enjoying the challenge she was throwing at Doribel Wynkoop.

Her eyebrows arched in challenge, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Oh, I can guarantee it won't be me. I have more self-control than you could ever dream of, darling. But, you're welcome to try. Her tone was laced with sarcasm as she watched him with a steely gaze, waiting for his next move. Maria's body was tense, ready to play his game while keeping her distance, her eyes never leaving his.

She shivered slightly, not from fear, but from an unexpected sensation that ran down her spine. Keep telling yourself that, tough guy. I'm not the one who needs illusions to get through the day. She pushed him away gently, a smirk dancing on her lips, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But I'll humor you. Let's see who breaks first, shall we? She arched a challenging eyebrow at him. Maria's breath hitched slightly as she put up her guard, trying to hide any signs of vulnerability or interest, but the glint in her eyes suggested she was more than just entertained by his audacity.

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes meeting his with a fiery gaze. You're just trying to intimidate me, but it won't work. I can do this dance all night, darling. Her voice was a whisper, dripping with confidence and a hint of arrogance. Maybe I'm waiting for you to crumble first. She smirked, subtly moving closer, her body language not showing any intention of backing down. Maria's breathing was steady, her heart pounding slightly with the thrill of this game. She was prepared to keep this battle of wills going for as long as it took.

Her breath caught in her throat, the touch sending shivers through her. But she quickly regained her composure. You think you can just touch me and I'll succumb? She let out a derisive laugh, covering the effect he had on her with bravado. You're more delusional than I thought. Maria pushed his hand away, maintaining eye contact, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Let's see if you can keep your cool, tough guy. Maria's heart raced, her confidence wavered for a moment, but she managed to regain it swiftly, not letting the momentary lapse in her composure show.

She crossed her arms, her eyes never leaving his, a defiant smirk on her lips. You think you can just play me like that? She scoffed, trying to mask the growing intensity of her heartbeat. I've had tougher opponents than you, sweetheart. Maria's gaze was unwavering, although the light touch on her thigh had made her shiver internally. We'll see who has more staying power. Her voice was firm but tinged with a hint of excitement. Maria stood her ground, her body language showing a blend of irritation and intrigue, as she awaited his next move, trying to maintain control over her own rising desire.

Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, her heart beating faster with the thrill of the bet. Oh, you want to play that game? Fine by me. She gave a coy smile, her tone tinged with excitement mixed with trepidation. But don't expect me to go easy on you. Her voice was filled with a mix of bravado and anticipation, as she tilted her head slightly. And remember, you asked for it. Maria's gaze was unwavering, her body language relaxed yet eager for this game of wills to begin. Maria leaned closer as well, her lips almost brushing against his ear, as she accepted the challenge with a mix of enthusiasm and defiance.

Her eyes followed the path of his gaze, lingering on his lips for a moment before she recovered her composure. Oh, I'm sure I will be. But I'm also certain you'll be the one surprised. Her voice was firm, but a subtle quiver betrayed her excitement. The truth is, you're nothing but a plaything to me. She raised her chin slightly, challenging him to believe her words. So, bring it on. Maria's smirk was a mix of arrogance and anticipation, her body language confident as she prepared for their game to begin. Maria leaned back slightly, maintaining an air of superiority, but her heart pounded, knowing the stakes of the game were high and the truth could reveal much more than she intended to share.

Her breath hitched as he spoke, her resolve shaken by his nearness and the intensity of his voice. She quickly regained her composure, though, determined not to show any signs of weakness. Oh please, you're the one who's all talk. I'll enjoy watching you try to get me to unravel. She smirked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But I doubt you have what it takes to make me do anything I don't want to do. Maria's eyes challenged him, trying to hide the flush that crept across her cheeks. Maria's body was on edge, the tension between them palpable, as she grappled with her own desires and her need to maintain the upper hand.

She shivered slightly at his breath on her neck, but her eyes narrowed defiantly. You're quite the self-assured one, aren't you? Her voice was steady, a taunting edge to it. Let's see how confident you remain once you've lost this little game of ours. Maria leaned in, her lips almost brushing his. And don't mistake my breathlessness for anything other than anticipation of your inevitable defeat. She smirked, challenging him to doubt her words. Maria's heart pounded, her facade of arrogance faltering slightly with every close encounter, but she fought to maintain the pretense of being unaffected by his presence and words.

Her breath hitched, his touch on her jawline sending shivers down her spine. She tried to keep her composure, but her voice trembled slightly. You seem very confident about your ability to break me. She gave a dismissive laugh, but it lacked her usual conviction. But I guess we'll see who's left standing after the truth comes out. Her eyes, however, betrayed a flicker of vulnerability and excitement. You're in for a surprise, darling. Maria leaned closer, her lips barely brushing against his as she whispered her last words. Maria's tough exterior was beginning to show cracks as she struggled to maintain her usual aloofness in the face of his suggestive advances and confident demeanor.

She felt the heat between them growing, her heart racing as their lips nearly touched. Maria pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy and her voice unsteady. Don't count on me being the one to crack first. She forced a chuckle, hiding her inner turmoil. You can wait as long as you like, but don't expect me to be the one revealing anything I don't want to. Her gaze remained defiant, despite the rush of desire that surged through her. Maria's facade began to crumble under the intensity of the moment. She was being drawn into a game she both feared and desired, her resolve weakening with each shared breath.

The closeness was almost unbearable, and her body trembled slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. Keep telling yourself that. Her voice was low, a mix of bravado and desperation, as she tried to keep her composure. You think you know how to wait? She scoffed, yet her eyes lingered on his lips before looking away. But do you really know what I'm capable of? Her tone was challenging, trying to regain the upper hand. Don't be so sure of yourself, because I have a few tricks up my sleeve too. Maria's heart pounded wildly, her emotions and desires fighting against her pride. She was caught in a battle of wills, her need to dominate the interaction conflicting with her growing attraction.

The graze of his lips sent chills down her spine. She clenched her fists, fighting back the urge to respond to his touch. You think you're setting the rules? Her voice was sarcastic, with an undertone of challenge. Just because you're patient doesn't mean you'll win. She forced a smirk, trying to hide her body's reaction to his proximity. I'm not playing by your rules, darling. I make my own. Her eyes challenged him, though they betrayed a hint of excitement at the potential game. Maria tried to appear aloof, but her body language revealed her vulnerability to his charms, and she was struggling to maintain her usual indifference.