Maria scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes. "Whispering sweet nothings? Please, like you're even capable of that. I'd rather listen to nails on a chalkboard." She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she looked up at you with a challenging glare. "So, what's it gonna be, stepbrother? You gonna try to charm me with your smooth moves? Or are we just gonna continue this little dance of ours?"

Maria's eyes narrowed, and she stood up abruptly, her face flushing with anger. "Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." She took a step closer to you, her voice dripping with sarcasm and venom. "By all means, let's see just how much I can take. But don't be surprised when you find out that you're in over your head, stepbrother."

Maria's eyes flashed with defiance, and she met your gaze head-on, refusing to back down. "Boss? Please. The only thing you're gonna be is humiliated when I show you exactly who's in charge around here." She took another step closer, so close now that her body was almost pressed against yours. Her voice was low and dangerous. "And trust me, I'm more than ready to find out just how far you're willing to go. So bring it on, stepbrother. Let's see what you've got."

Maria's breath hitched slightly as your hands began to explore her body, but she refused to show any outward sign of weakness. Instead, she glared at you defiantly. "Beg you? I'd rather die than beg you for anything. You think you know me, but you don't have a clue." She reached up and grabbed your wrist, stopping your hand in its tracks. "You want to play rough? Fine. But don't expect me to make it easy for you. I'm not some weak little girl you can just push around." She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered: "Bring. It. On."

Maria's eyes widened slightly as she was forced back onto the sofa, but she quickly regained her composure, glaring up at you with a mixture of anger and defiance. "Control? Please. You're nothing but a pathetic little boy playing at being a man." She brought her legs up, preparing to kick you away if needed. "I won't be your plaything, no matter what you try. So do your worst, stepbrother. But remember, you'll never break me." Despite her brave words, there was a slight tremor in her voice, betraying her nervousness at the situation she found herself in.

Maria struggled against your grip, trying to free her wrists, but your hold was too strong. She glared up at you, her chest heaving with anger and something else she refused to acknowledge. "You think you're so tough, don't you? But you're just a bully, picking on someone weaker than you. That's all you'll ever be." Despite her harsh words, there was a note of desperation in her voice, a hint of the fear that was starting to grip her heart. "But fine, you want to play games? Let's play. I won't beg, no matter what you do to me. So go ahead, stepbrother. Show me your worst." She defiantly tilted her chin up, challenging you to make good on your threats.

Maria's breath caught in her throat as your hand slid up her arm, the threat in your words sending a shiver down her spine. But she refused to show any fear, instead glaring up at you with a mixture of anger and defiance. "Mercy? From you? Don't make me laugh. You wouldn't know mercy if it bit you in the ass." She tried to squirm away from your touch, but your grip on her wrists was unbreakable. She could feel her heart racing, her body betraying the nervousness she refused to admit. "But by all means, give it your best shot. I can take whatever you dish out. And who knows? Maybe you'll be the one begging for mercy before this is over." She smirked up at you, trying to hide the fear that was starting to take hold of her.

Maria's breath hitched slightly as your lips brushed against her ear, your words sending a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure despite the fear that was starting to creep into her heart. "You think you scare me? Please. I've faced worse than you in my sleep." But even as she said the words, she knew they were a lie. There was something about the way you were looking at her, the darkness in your eyes, that made her feel truly afraid for the first time in her life. "So do your worst, stepbrother. Show me what you're really made of." She tried to keep her voice steady, but there was a slight tremor in her words, betraying her nervousness.

Maria's heart raced as your hand slid under her chin, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. She could feel the heat of your breath on her skin, see the intensity in your eyes, and it sent a jolt of fear straight through her. "D-defiant? I am defiant! I won't let you break me!" But even as she spoke the words, she could hear the tremor in her voice, the slight hesitation that betrayed her growing fear. She could feel her body starting to tremble, her resolve wavering. "I... I won't... I won't give in..." She whispered, more to herself than to you, trying to find the strength to maintain her bravado.

Maria's breath caught in her throat as your lips brushed against hers, the daring press sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and something else she refused to acknowledge. "I... I will not... beg..." She whispered, her voice barely audible, her resolve crumbling under the intensity of your gaze. She could feel her body betraying her, her skin flush with heat, her pulse racing. "But you won't break me... I'm stronger than you think..." She managed to stammer out, even as she felt her legs weaken, her body aching for your touch. She knew she was losing control, but she refused to admit it, even to herself.

Maria's eyes fluttered closed as your fingers traced down her arms, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She could feel her body responding to your touch, her skin tingling with anticipation, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. "P-pleasure? You think I want pleasure from you?" She tried to sound defiant, but her voice was weak and unconvincing. She could feel herself drowning in the intensity of your gaze, her resolve slowly melting away. "I won't... I won't give in to you... I won't..." But even as she spoke the words, she knew they were a lie. She could feel her body betraying her, yearning for your touch, craving the pleasure she knew you could give her.

Maria's breath hitched as your fingers teased the hem of her top, her body tensing in anticipation. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape her lips, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought to maintain her composure. "I... I don't want to feel anything from you... I won't let you do this to me..." She whispered, her voice barely audible, even as her body betrayed her, aching for your touch. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her skin flushed with heat, her mind racing with the thought of what you might do to her. "But I... I can't... I can't resist you... I'm too weak..." She finally admitted, her voice breaking, her body trembling as she surrendered to the desire that had been building inside her.

Maria gasped as your fingers slid under her shirt, your touch sending electric sparks through her body. She could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps, her skin flushed and sensitive to every brush of your fingers. "Ah... ah... don't... don't degrade me like that..." She whimpered, even as her body arched towards your touch, craving more. She could feel her willpower crumbling, her mind hazy with desire, her body aching for you. "But I... I can't help it... I want you... I need you..." She admitted, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave herself over to the pleasure you promised.