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He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and grasps my thigh, squeezing the muscle like he needs to remind me that I’m his.

“How can I not when I put that dazed expression on your beautiful face?”

And swoon. I’m melting because Uri is not a romantic person, what he states are facts. He really thinks I’m beautiful.

I start eating my croissant, otherwise I’ll jump on him and never get out of this house. I have a lab and Albert E. is here, so I don’t actually need to go outside. Uri’s crazy illusion of keeping me locked up is growing on me. I better hurry and go give my lecture before turning completely mad.

“The driver will be here in fifteen minutes,” I say more to myself than him. “Don’t get that look in your eyes.”

“What look?” he asks.

“That look that says you want to do something illegal to anyone who gets too close to me.” Not that I hate that.

I know that something might be wrong with me, but his obsession makes my body tingle.

And I can’t tell him that. He would feel even freer to do slightly or totally immoral things in my name.

“Fucking hate this. I’d cancel today, but?—”

“It’s a marathon for paraplegic children. You need to go.” I wish I could go with him. I love this side of him. He supports various charities, mostly for kids. We all do, but Uri and Raph are the ones who show their faces and shake hands usually.

He shoves his chair back so abruptly, it screeches across the onyx black tiles.

“Didn’t you have breakfast? Is that why you are so temperamental this morning?” I ask sassily.

“That fucker is going to be there,” he growls.

My brows furrow. “Who?”

“Your colleague. Trent the fucker Dohner,” he snarls.

Ohhhh. I completely forgot about him. “Want some of my croissant? No?” I try to change the subject, which only seems to aggravate his mood more. His glare darkens further. “Stop being unreasonable, I need to go give the lecture, it’s for my job.”

“Unreasonable? You make my ego non-existent.”

“Good,” I state, taking another bite of the croissant from heaven.

“I’ll come pick you up,” he declares with finality, wiping some chocolate from the corner of my mouth before sucking on his finger.

“And be that guy who gets his boyfriend from work and kisses him in front of his colleagues so they know to keep their hands off?”

I see the smile stretching over his face as he mouths the word boyfriend.

I feel my cheeks turning red. That word just slipped out. But he seems quite happy with the title.

“Your boyfriend can’t piss on his territory.” He points at me—I’m his territory. “But that’s one way to get my point across, I suppose.”

Is he fucking serious? “Agh, no!” I say in a disgusted tone as he yanks me by the hand on top of him.

I spread my fingers over his wide shoulders as I let him cop a feel of my lower back.

He squeezes and then growls in my ear, giving it a sharp bite.

Oh, shit. I’ve activated possessive, sociopathic Uriel.

“If I see Trent the fucker trying to touch what’s mine…” Trent the fucker, Rami is going to love the nickname. “I’ll cut his wrists,” he informs me. The threat doesn’t sound as gory as I expected. “And toss him in a piranha tank.” There it is.

I grin, not at the brutal and intimidating warning, but at his jealousy. It isn’t brotherly overprotectiveness. It’s my boyfriend’s possessiveness.

Happy laughter bursts from my chest before I seal my mouth over his. I gently pull the hoop around his lip with my teeth, and when I let go, I see something in his eyes. A dirty, dark, you-are-mine something that makes my dick stand to attention.

“And where are you going to find piranhas?” I mock him.

“I think I like this newfound side of you, feisty and snarky.” He rubs his hard dick against my ass, making me moan and establishing who’s in control again. Like I had any doubt about it.

“I’ll be there at the end of your lecture,” he promises.

“Okay. It’s a good cause, this charity. You’re amazing for doing this.”

“You know I can’t feel empathy for those kids.” He’s licking my neck right under my ear, leaving a very visible mark there—too high to cover with the turtleneck.

I know he mostly does those charity appearances to meet influential people and exploit them, to get something for himself, but also us. He thinks about his family. That’s why I like what he does even more. And that’s enough for me. It’s more than most people do.

“Four bodyguards will be with you at all times.”

Four? “One, Uri. I mean it. Otherwise, they will take the attention away from my lecture. I need people to stay focused.”

“The stalker is still out there.”

He’s right; the memory of those awful packages makes my skin crawl. But the stalker seems to have stopped. Did he get fed up?

“One bodyguard.”

Uri’s hand slides inside the back of my pants, and two fingers brush against my clenching hole. “Four, Baby Blue. This isn’t a negotiation. I need you safe.”

“You’re so controlling.” And so damn sexy.

He hums. “And you love me like crazy.”

I caress his dreads and let my finger rub against the mole on his cheek. “I think we’re both crazy here.”

He sniffs dismissively. “Would you like your boyfriend to show you something?”

I raise my brow at him. “Is that something in your pants?”

“Would love nothing more than to be inside you,” he whispers, licking his lips. “And reach even deeper. But we both need to leave soon.”

He doesn’t care about being punctual; he just wants me to feel the sweet suffering that comes with the wait, and God, I love him and hate him right now.

He lifts a square box from the seat next to him and sets it on the table behind me.

“What is it?” I smile expectantly.

“Raise your clothes over your collarbone.”

I do as he orders, listening to him open the box.

He’s holding…two little pink nipple clamps with a rose gold chain dangling between them. The sight of the two teasing toys in addition to the cold air hitting my bare chest makes me shiver.

“They are equipped with tension adjustments, to control the pleasure and the pain,” he lets me know as he licks his thumb and strokes it over my nipple to turn it hard.

As soon as it does he applies the clamp.

I hiss at the sudden sharp pinch, and then Uri’s tongue pushes inside my mouth twisting around mine as he rubs my other nipple before attaching the other clamp.

“How’s that?” he asks, as he keeps giving me short, wet kisses.

My nipples sting, the discomfort is manageable and arousing. My chest was a bit tender from last night and the days before that, but the extra tenderness actually intensifies the pleasure.

“Perfect.” Hearing my reply, he curls his lips into a crooked smile. It soon turns twisted and a little scary, so why does my hole clench eagerly around nothing?

His finger flickering against the clamp makes me jerk back.

“Sensitive.” He stares intently at my chest. His tongue comes out, and he plays with the piercing there, twisting it around and biting it. I wince and gasp, imagining him doing it on my nipples.

When his teasing eyes meet mine, I know he’s doing it on purpose.

Is it some kind of a punishment? Uri knows by now that I can never resist him.

Seriously, sometimes I detest how easily I fold like wet paper whenever he touches me.

It’s infuriating considering that he could make me do whatever he wants.

“Now turn around, push your ass out and bend over the table,” he instructs me with a slap on my side…and this is exactly what I’m talking about.

I release the grip on my clothes, letting the fabric cover my torso again—I can’t see the little clamps under it.

“But I thought?—”

He cuts me off. “I won’t fuck you.” He slides me to the edge of his knees and helps me turn around.

When I stand up, he unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down without taking them off before giving my back a little tug. I move my chest toward the table surface, pointing my thong-clad butt in Uri’s direction.

He slides a finger over the thong’s edge and pushes the flimsy strip covering my crack to the side.

I see his hand on the box again, grabbing four small balls attached in a series with a flared end.

His lips brush my ear as he starts talking. “They are called anal beads, used to stimulate the nerve endings of your anus through movement.”

I suck in a sharp breath when I feel something cold dripping on my ass. It’s lube. Then a finger spears my hole, followed by another. “Every step you take will make you think of me, even though I won’t be there,” he rumbles as I feel the first ball slip inside me, cold compared to Uri’s fingers.

I moan as he chuckles and pushes another ball in.

“You’ll squeeze hard around those beads and imagine my cock.

” He inserts the last two balls in one swift push.

I arch my back as he rubs his dick roughly against me, jolting those balls inside and making me see stars.

He grinds his hips again and then slides a hand under my clothes to pulls on the chain between the clamps.

Pleasure and pain blend inside my body, fighting for supremacy, and I’m about to come inside my thong when Uri’s hand squeezes around my dick.

I whimper as he halts my release, and my head falls heavily forward.

“You won’t take them out unless I say so, and you won’t touch yourself.”

“I’m already on the verge now, how can I…?” I can’t finish the sentence, too horrified by the thought of talking in front of a lecture hall with sex toys inside my ass and on my nipples.

“You can and you will,” he scolds me, asserting his dominance. “Spontaneous orgasms are allowed.”My body vibrates over Uri’s words, urging me to moan my submission to him.