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I look up. He’s staring at me, his eyes moving to my chest and back to my face and down again.

He swallows and rakes his teeth over his lower lip, catching the hoop piercing between them.

He looks…hungry. Pre-cum drips down my dick as I clench my ass, pushing those beads further inside me.

I gasp and Uri tugs me toward the exit as I hear Dr. Dench announcing the end of the lecture.

The bodyguards follow us, halting whoever tries to get close.

I feel slightly bad about it, but I really can’t stop to chat with anyone. The cold winter air helps a little, but not much. I’m still on the verge of having an orgasm right here in the middle of the Alumni Walk.

“You did good, Baby Blue. Now it’s time to get your reward,” he whispers darkly, and this time I let the moan free. I really deserve it; I’ve been enduring for the past five hours.

He’s guiding me toward a faculty room, to the temporary office they provided me—a little perk the dean provided me thanks to the donations my company made to the university. We are almost at the door when I hear someone calling my name.

“Sari, darling!”

No!

When I turn, Trent is jogging our way, and I feel Uri pull me closer, tucking me under his arm.

Why now?

I study Trent as he comes closer. His sweet smile has a wicked curve to it, his eyes look open and bright, a bit leery as they travel up and down my body. He seems genuinely happy to see me. I give him a close-mouthed smile.

“Trent,” is all I am capable of saying. Uri is playing with my braid, stroking the end over my burning nipple. Ass!

“I listened to your lecture. Exceptional and erudite as always.” He doesn’t even glance at Uri but keeps his eyes on me.

“Thank you.” My voice sounds high-pitched.

“Your recent study sounds fascinating. I was wondering if you’d like to share a meal together and exchange our thoughts.” Raunchy sex? This guy? I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but really? I’m a clear example of that saying, though.

“He can’t,” Uri replies for me; I feel his breath brushing the top of my head.

Trent's eyes finally acknowledge him, and he opens his mouth, surely to reply, but stops after glancing at me. “Sari, are you okay? You look a little heated.” He takes a step toward me.

I swallow hard, hoping to get some moisture into my dry mouth.

“We need to go,” Uri interjects again.

“Wait. You are one of Sari’s foster brothers, right?” Trent asks. “We met at Bear-Stone Labs a few months back.”

Uri sniffs. His fingers suddenly push the turtleneck down my throat. “Dibs” he whispers in my ear, before giving the sensitive skin a long, toe-curling lick. A flash of me saying the same thing while licking Uri’s neck in a bar pops into my head.

“Uri,” I utter with a trembling voice.

I can feel his cocky smile against my neck, the easy one that can turn ferocious in a blink of an eye. “You mean Sari’s boyfriend,” he clarifies, staring Trent down. I think lapping at my neck in public screams intimacy enough.

Uri has no problem holding my hand, kissing me, or just generally touching me. I wouldn’t call it affection, more like a claim on me to let everybody know—me included—who I belong to.

Trent doesn’t hide his surprise at the news. A deep frown appears on his face for a moment.

“You’ve been lurking around what’s mine for a while,” Uri feels the need to add. I put a hand on his chest and look up at him, my mouth slightly open in surprise. His intense dark stare is fixed on Trent’s confused face.

“Have I?”

It feels like an alpha pissing contest. I just want to remove those beads and get fucked.

“It ends today,” Uri growls, making me gasp as he squeezes my jeans-clad ass cheek hard in his hand.

Then he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside the faculty room—ordering the bodyguards to stay outside and not let anybody in.

I give Trent a quick glance; he doesn’t seem happy as he sends me a serious look.

Inside, the room is deserted. My office is the last door on the left.

Uri drags me in and locks the door. His hot mouth is on mine in an instant.

I moan. He uses that opening to push me flat against the wall and off my feet as he deepens the kiss.

He tastes like mint, lust, and heaven. I lose the ability to think as he wreaks havoc on me.

His chest is rubbing against my hurting nipples, making my whole chest go up in flames, while his thumb is pushing against my hole like he’s trying to feel the beads inside me.

Pleasure tears through me like wildfire, spreading heat throughout my lower half, while pain keeps blazing in my upper half.

Holy. Hell. I whimper against his tongue.

He breaks the kiss and orders me to keep my mouth open as he lets saliva drop from his tongue to mine. “Drink my spit,” he grunts.

When I oblige, all I can taste is this moment. All I can see is the feral desire in his eyes.

“Please,” I beg him, tears filling my eyes. I want to come so badly.

With a smirk, he starts taking off my cardigan—one button, another button—too slowly, grazing my nipples with his knuckles, forcing my body to squirm under him.

His eyes are fixed on me avidly. His cock stirs against my belly and goes from half-roused to hard as a rock within seconds. The cardigan falls on the floor, followed by the turtleneck. God, I’m free. The cold air doesn’t help anymore, my nipples are turning numb.

“You’re stunning.” His voice is hoarse and gravelly. He pulls on the chain dangling between the clamps, and my back arches as tears wet my cheeks.

“How can this feel so amazingly good and overwhelmingly painful at the same time?” I slur. My brain seems to have stopped working.

“I’m sure you’ve thought about the scientific side of it,” he says, putting me down to yank my shoes and socks off.

He pops the button of my jeans open and drags them down.

“Pain triggers the release of endorphins, the natural pain relievers and euphoria-inducing chemicals. They activate the areas in your brain associated with pleasure and reward.”

Like the limbic and prefrontal regions.

“Also pain can provide a contrast that makes pleasure feel more intense.But you know what I think, Baby Blue?” He pins me against the wall again, with my legs around his waist. “Your pleasure simply derives from the masochistic pain I inflict on you, the suffering. You can still come if we have vanilla sex, but this?” He slaps my hole, jolting the beads inside me and making me see stars from the sting. “You fucking crave it.”

He pulls on the beads, forcing an unintelligible noise out of my lips. He doesn’t take them out, but fucks me with them. Yes, finally. I try to move my hips, but he keeps them still.

“Your underwear is soaked. You’ve been leaking all this time.” He licks the side of my face and bites my ear, sending a jolt down my body. Then he pulls on the chain, making me scream as the clamps tug my stiff nipples once again. I realize that my hands are under his shirt, clawing at him.

“Don’t think about anything else, just feel what I’m doing to you, feel the bliss I’m giving you.”

“Uri,” I cry as he pumps those beads faster.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Yes, say my name. Say it out loud. Say who’s the only guy who’ll ever know how lewd you are.” Another pull on the chain.

“It’s…ahhhh.” Too much and still not enough.

With a hard tug, he yanks all the beads out. A hot flicker of rapt bliss races to every part of me, from the tip of my head to the tips of my toes as my whole body jerks and spasms. My orgasmic sounds fill the room.

“Fuck, Sari. You’re so damn perfect.” He’s whispering, panting into my ear while my body is still feeling the aftershock of the strongest ecstasy I’ve ever experienced.

“Everything is made to be broken. Some more than others. I’ll wreck you and put you together again every single time, my Baby Blue.” He smirks, all satisfied before giving me a hard kiss.

“Put me inside you,” he then demands with a growl on my lips.

“First,” I pause to suck in some air, “take off your shirt. Want to see the tattoos. Want to see our life story inked on your skin again.” The tangible proof of your obsession for me.

Uri slides off his jacket and lets it drop on the floor.

The sweater suffers the same fate, displaying his hard-muscled, gleaming, honey-gold torso covered in tattoos.

He has ink on that ridged V of muscle just inside his hips.

It’s a tattoo of the switchblade I gave him, the one he always carries.

How did I not notice how fixated he is with me?

My eyes keep trailing up and down his body.

His broad shoulders, those rounded muscles, the straight lines of his hips, the expanse of his hairless chest, the turtle-shell abs, the jut of his hip bones, and the curves of his biceps.

Every part of him is tempting my worshipful tongue.

I want to kiss and lick and taste all that sinful skin.

I feel lightheaded and short of breath only thinking about it.

“I want you with every fiber of my being,” I confess, without an ounce of embarrassment.

His jaw ticks, his eyes turn piercing. He unbuttons his pants, letting his hard dick slap against his abs.

His balls look heavy and big, filled with cum for me, the tip of his shaft shiny and red.

He lets spit fall on his cock, takes my hips in both hands, lines his dick with my entrance, and thrusts hard and long and deep, taking my breath away.

It stings a little. But he easily slides inside and rearranges everything in me to make space for his long, thick cock with that one smooth motion.

“Your body is used to my shape by now. I can go balls deep in one slide.” He grunts. “So fucking loose for me. You’ve got a vacuum hole.”

The slap of skin on skin increases as he rams his dick inside me until I start crying.

“Feed me your salty tears. Fuck!” He licks my cheek. “Even those are mine.”