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I can’t stand it anymore; I hook my hands behind his head and push my face against his soft sweater, giving him a tight hug.

His sandalwood scent fills my lungs, and mixed with the sharp smell of the room, it must be what heaven must smell like.

His arms wrap around me instantly, and I feel his lips land on the top of my head.

It's too good; it starts a tingling sensation in my lower region. I don’t want to embarrass myself so I push against his hard pecs, and he lets me go—after a couple of long seconds.

The whirling emotions inside my chest are choking me. “I can’t believe… Thank you.” I raise my glassy eyes to his, attempting so hard at keeping the overwhelming tears back.

His expression doesn’t show anything, but his thumb moves to my cheek to scoop up a runaway tear. He stares at it for a moment with a deep frown on his face.

“Is there something wrong with the lab? Something you want to change?”

It’s easy to forget at times how difficult it is for Uri to recognize other people’s feelings since he’s so good at pretending.

I shake my head. “It’s perfect.” You are perfect. He really is to me.

Uri brings his thumb to his lips and sucks my tear away from the tip, making my guts twist with desire. How much I want to bite that tip and then be punished for it. Oh, God. How disgusted would Uri be if he could read my thoughts?

He guides me out of the room, and after grabbing my bags from the corridor, we move toward the stairs.

We pass two more doors. “This opens to the back porch where there’s a hot tub, and this is to the indoor pool,” he lets me know. Wow, this house has everything.

The second floor cream walls are covered in large pictures of the lake in different seasons. There’s two bedrooms, and a large, open room with a terrace facing the lake. Uri enters the first room, which has a closet—the biggest one I’ve ever seen.

The Baby Blue Eyes flowers on the door panels capture my gaze, making it watery again.

It’s like he renovated this place with me in mind.

Does this mean he wants me to live here…

permanently? His overprotectiveness knows no bounds—I’m well aware of that.

And even though I know this was not done out of love, the idea of living with Uri again fills me with so much joy and longing… and sadness.

“I love it,” I whisper; my words are filled with gratitude and appreciation as I brush my fingers over the delicately painted blue petals.

Another tear falls down my cheek, but I wipe it off before Uri can do anything—if he touches me right now, I feel like I’d confess to him all my suppressed emotions.

I clear my voice. “Where’s the bed?” I ask him, gazing at the cute silver settee and the inviting chaise lounge.

“In the bedroom,” Uri states, while leaving the bags on the floor. “This is the walk-in closet; the bed is this way.” He signals me to follow him. Oh, but that means there’s only one bedroom, unless there’s more in another part of the house.

The room next door has one violet-blue wall, a large chest of drawers, a cute love seat, huge French windows opening onto a wide balcony—he knows I don’t like confined spaces after being trapped in that cell all those years—an ensuite bathroom, and a huge king bed.

Particles of Uri’s rich smell are floating in the air.

I can see a pair of his jeans draped over the back of the love seat and some of his earrings on the nightstand on the left side of the bed.

“This is your bedroom,” I exclaim, remaining on the threshold.

“Our bedroom,” he counters, cool as a cucumber.

“Our…bedroom?” I repeat like a parrot. I look at his unfazed expression, confused.

He sits at the foot of the bed and starts to take off his boots and socks. “We used to sleep together.”

“When we were kids,” I remind him.

“Is there another bedroom downstairs?” Or was I mistaken once again, and my staying here is evidently temporary.

“We always sleep together when under the same roof.”

That hasn’t happened in months, though. “I know, but…”

“But what?” He looks annoyed now. Almost on a warpath.

“Nothing. Okay,” I yield. I know there’s no point in arguing with him.

“Unpack while I take a shower.” He disappears behind the bathroom door, leaving me utterly speechless. I’d love to know what’s going on in his mystifying mind, but I’m also afraid of all the darkness existing there.

He’s dominating my every thought again, and I’m living with him. Am I crazy? I must be because I haven’t even taken into consideration to stay with another brother. He was the first and only option for me.

I turn around and go back to the walk-in closet to empty my bags and put my clothes away.

Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen Uri’s body bare—not since he was around seventeen.

I know he’s not a prude, because he did some modeling before that—I still have all the magazines and catalogs featuring him.

He suddenly stopped, though, and started stock trading.

He has the body and the brains, and he’s so confident and unapologetic—my complete opposite.

I really don’t know why he wastes his time protecting me.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m on the first floor in the kitchen making myself a green tea.

I’m still in a daze because of what I found inside the closets and drawers upstairs—so many clothes and accessories they made my head spin—when he comes in wearing a pair of gray sweats and a long-sleeve, black cotton shirt.

I don’t ask him if he wants one. He hates tea, more of a black coffee guy.

So I pour a fresh one and place it on the round table.

The kitchen—just like the rest of the house—is fantastic.

Lemon chiffon cabinets and drawers, and stainless steel counters, appliances, and stove.

Unfortunately I don’t cook, and neither does Uri.

He sits on the chair next to mine and slides the coffee mug toward his chest.

“What’s this?” I ask him when he leaves a black bracelet near my tea cup.

“Rami made it.” He takes a sip from his mug before putting it down and grabbing my wrist. He moves my sweater sleeve up, brushing my skin with his fingers. Then he wraps the bracelet around my wrist. I feel the black band tighten and then a click.

“It monitors your vital signs. It notices sudden rises in your pulse rate, body temperature, and breathing.”

Joy, another controlling device to track my every move. It’s like a shackle, the feel of it on my skin reminds me how weak and defenseless my brothers think of me. They are really impossible at times.

“I don’t need it. I already have the tracker behind my ear and in my phone. Take it off.” I huff pulling at it, but the bracelet doesn’t move. “Where’s the clasp?” I don’t see it.

“There’s a key to open it and I have it. Only me.”

“And you have no intention of taking it off.”

“No. You need it.”

“No I don’t. But you see me as the weakest in need of extra monitoring,” I clip, still trying to take the contraption off.

“No, Sully is the weakest,” he calmly replies, stopping my hand by curling his around it and then placing our laced fingers on the table.

The hold soothes me, but I don’t know if he’s patronizing me or using his sociopathic condition as a dumb card—wouldn’t be the first time. I don’t like either possibility.

“Give me the key!” I snap.

“No.”

I snatch the tea mug from the table and take a big sip, forgetting for a moment how hot it is.

“Mmm!” I moan, feeling the blazing beverage burn my tongue and inner mouth before it goes down my throat like searing lava.

His large hands are suddenly on my cheeks, forcing my mouth open.

“Your tongue is red,” he snarls, sending a murderous glare at my cup of tea before moving to the fridge to get a small bottle of water.

I stretch my hand out, craving the sensation of fresh water on my burned skin, but Uri doesn’t give it to me.

He unscrews the lid and then drinks it himself.

Before I even realize what is happening he bends down, pries my lips apart, and then feeds me the cold water from his mouth to mine.

His lips are warm and soft against mine while the metal hoop around the lower one feels cool, cooler than the water filling my mouth.

It drips down my chin and neck, but I don’t care.

The light stinging pain mixed with his warm touch and wet mouth feel so damn perfect, my dick hardens.

He moves away, deep eyes scanning my face.

“More?” His raspy voice makes me swallow hard, and I can only nod while I look at his Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes another long sip.

He repeats the action two more times. His tongue strokes against mine, a heavy rub that makes my butthole clench eagerly around nothing. I feel an unbearable throbbing sensation in the pit of my stomach when he abruptly pulls away.

“You need to suck on some ice,” he states calmly.

Words elude me as I’m still processing what just happened.

Uri’s phone rings on the tabletop, making me jump with nerves. I see the name of one of his restaurants on the screen. As he picks up and talks composedly, I feel a sense of uneasiness crawling inside me. I’m about to pass out, while he cooly discusses lighting and tables.

I gesture to him that I’m going upstairs, and on unstable legs I get out, climb the stairs, and reach his bedroom. I close the door behind me and lean heavily against it.

What the hell was that? Uri is so…confusing.

Every little word he tosses my way, the ways he stays close and does things for me…

things like THIS! Why? Why did he do it?

It means something, right? I’m crap at reading people’s behavior.

I need an objective point of view, an expert in deciphering intentions, someone who knows Uri well, someone with a straightforward and unembellished approach. Lori. I need Lori.

Shit! I left my phone in the kitchen, and I have no strength left to face Uri again right now.

Letting out a long sigh, I move toward my laptop.

Echoes of lust and desire are twirling in my guts.

My dick turns harder as I brush my fingers over my lips, recalling what it felt like to have Uri’s lips on mine once again.

I left my dildo at home, couldn’t pack it with Uri hovering over me. Should I get another one? I could send it to my office and then bring it here.

I look for the same website I bought my other one from.

I open the page and see different models.

It excites me, the memory of it inside me.

I read somewhere that the first time could be painful if the bottom is not used to it.

So I decided to give my body some prep while I was dating Trent—we never got that far, though.

But I kept using it since it felt kind of good.

Should I buy a bigger one? And what’s that?

My eyes are caught by a chain with two clamps at each end.

Nipple clamps. My nipples respond instantly, turning as hard as rocks at the sight.

And what’s a Dragon Skin Seven Piece Bondage Set?

I read the small description: This fantasy-inspired ensemble invites you to explore the realm of power dynamics and intimate submission.

Unveil an array of pleasures with this comprehensive set, featuring an eye mask, fully adjustable cuffs, hogtie restraints, and a whip for sensual discipline. Experience the art of submission.

My eyes focus on the whip and the restraints.

And for a moment, I imagine myself diving into a dark world of thrilling, sensual submission.

My whole body is shaken by a delicious shudder.

It reminds me of that video I stumbled on a while ago.

Two men enjoying BDSM sex. Leather cuffs, a blindfold, kneeling.

I close my eyes as all the blood rushes down to my dick.

My hand slowly moves toward it when I remember Uri is downstairs.

I quickly buy a slightly bigger dildo and close the laptop. Then I take a long shower, using thoughts of my ongoing research to deplete my erection. After donning an old t-shirt and a pair of soft pants, I slide under the sheets.

I fall asleep more quickly than I expected, and soon dream of someone spooning me.

Wet lips caress my neck. Warm hands explore my chest and sides.

A rough voice whispers deliciously filthy, possessive words in my ear.

My aching cock remains untouched, but the grunts turn more savage as I feel a hard shaft rubbing between my cotton-clad ass cheeks.

When I wake up the next morning, I know I had a wet dream—my panties are a mess. There’s no sign of Uri, but the crumpled duvet on his side tells me he spent the night right next to me.

I can smell his scent on me.