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I nod, clenching on his pumping dick every time he pulls out.

My reaction must excite him because his movements speed up. I am lust-drunk, so close to orgasm again. His cock’s pistoning pace is accentuated by my soft whimpers.

“Squeeze the tip of my dick when I fuck you deep, it feels so damn good.” Uri’s dreads are falling forward, his head bent down so that he can watch his shaft fucking me, his eyes hypnotized by our dirty, sexy connection.

He’s so masculine and powerful, and all for me.

The way he’s fucking me senseless is driving me insane.

He’s really trying to alter my insides to fit him like a glove.

And I love every single hard drive of his powerful, pounding hips.

His fingers move to my left nipple. He grips the clamp and pulls it off, making me hiss.

My nipple is numb—and looks like it’s grown twice its normal size.

His dick grinds inside of me as he bends down and sucks on my red bud.

The blood starts flowing again, and I scream as a burning sensation spreads from the aureola, while Uri continues sucking.

“Your pain feels so sweet to me. The sweetest fruit I’ve ever tasted,” he says, moving to the other clamp and removing that one as well. Now one nipple is hot, the other numb. He flicks the latter, and pain rushes down to my cock and explodes out of my slit.

“Yes,” I sob. My face is soaked in my own tears, I can’t stop the tremble in my body, but nothing matters anymore, nothing. The pain makes everything disappear, and then the pleasure hits. My eyes roll back inside my head, and I can’t stop coming.

I’m barely aware of being spun around and bent with my hands and elbows against the wall. He kicks my feet apart and shoves his dick inside me again. Both his hands curl over my chin and mouth, yanking my head back as he takes me like an animal.

“Did you feel how smoothly you welcomed me home?” he pants. Those beads prepped me so well.

“You’re my favorite fuck hole, Baby Blue. Perfectly molded to fit me.” I hear the smugness in his voice as he pulls hard on one abused nipple. My legs tremble for a moment, but Uri doesn’t seem to care.

Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin, and Uri just keeps flipping it, driving my body and mind insane.

“Show me who owns your body. Your mind. Your fucking soul. Fuck yourself on my dick. Use it as your personal dildo. Yeah, jiggle that ass. Fuck, that’s it.

” His hand falls on my butt cheek. The crack ricochets between the office’s walls.

The twinge only makes my hips move faster, my eager butt sticking out as I go on my tiptoes.

His fingers continue seducing, branding, and conquering me.

“Damn, you’re tighter than usual. Do you like risky sex? The thrill of being caught?”

“No,” I moan. But maybe there’s a bit of truth in his words. I haven’t been trying to stifle the noises leaving my mouth, and thinking of someone hearing us makes me feel oddly excited.

His hand around my chin tightens, pulling my head further back.

“Fuck that. I’ll be the only one seeing you like this.” His teeth sink into my shoulder before his tongue licks the burn away. “Maybe I should engrave my name on you, so everyone will know who owns you.”

I give him better access to my neck. My dick is hard again when he takes hold of my waist and gives it to me rougher. Holy hell, my forehead falls on the wall, and my moans turn wild.

“Now milk the cum out of my dick. Show me how much you want to be filled up.” He pulls my back against his front; his hands hold onto my biceps. He’s chasing his orgasm with hammering hips. I’m so hard, it’s making my stomach ache, my blood pump faster, and my head spin.

Suddenly his body begins shaking against mine, and he groans; his dick twitches as he finds his own release.

I swear I can feel his seed filling me up, hot and abundant.

It’s like an orgasm trigger, my balls draw up tight, my hole clenches around him as if it’s trying to suck every last drop of his jizz.

He keeps driving into me while white hot ecstasy scorches my insides and radiates all over my body.

I jerk with violent spasms, exhausted and drained by the multiple orgasms—and the prior torture.

It feels like pure hell and wicked paradise.

I breathe in his scent as time passes sluggishly.

He’s still moving inside me, thrusting gently.

We are both breathing hard. I dare to crack my eyes open, blinking dazedly.

My head is lying on his shoulder. His arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me against him.

There’s a soft dripping sound in the room.

His hips still. He turns my face to the side.

He grins, ducks down, and presses a swift kiss to my lips, except that I need more and chase his mouth and his pierced tongue.

Then Uri nibbles on my lower lip, the feel of his light beard rubbing my jaw makes me moan softly.

When we finally break apart, his softening dick has slipped out of me.

I feel sore, empty, but so damn satisfied.

Uri lifts my hand and leaves a sweet kiss on it before he cleans my body with some tissues and helps me get dressed. He’s putting on his clothes when I hear it again.

“What’s that sound?” I ask, looking around. Like a leaking faucet, but there’s no sink in the office.

There’s a box I hadn’t noticed before, lying on the desk near my bag. From this angle, I can see a puddle of red forming on the bottom that turns my body instantly rigid. An ominous feeling grows inside my chest. The liquid is rolling down the high desk to the floor, making that dripping sound.

I incline my head to read the name on the box written in bold black letters. It’s my name.

DR. SARIEL BEAR-STONE

The sensation of dread increases. Uri’s fingers lace with mine as he pushes me slightly back.

He takes out the switchblade, and without letting go of my hand, cuts the tape on top of the box.

Two dead birds are inside. One has a broken neck, the other has its chest covered in blood—the crimson color looks so stark over the yellow, delicate feathers. It’s horrible.

The note inside says, Me and You. Us .

Uri is already talking with Rami on the phone when my coat starts buzzing.

I jump, not knowing how much time has passed with me staring at the heartbreaking sight.

My afterglow is gone, replaced by horror and fear.

I fumble to get my cell out, trying hard to erase that barbaric and vile vision from my mind.

Unknown

I’ll be seeing you again soon.

Again? Who is it? Is it the stalker? I suddenly feel eyes on me.

I know it’s an irrational thought triggered by fear and helplessness.

I’m suddenly out of breath. Where did all the air go?

I let go of my phone as my eyes turn unfocused.

Am I going to die? Yes, yes I am. My body feels cold and rigid.

Now I can’t feel it anymore. The blood stopped flowing in my veins. No. I…

Blurry hazel eyes are suddenly in front of me. Large hands cup my face. Warmth. A voice buzzes in my ears. It becomes abruptly clear the next moment.

“I decide when you go, Sari.” Uri. An immense wave of relief washes over me, wetting my cheeks with tears.

“I own you. You’re mine.”

I nod, or I try to.

“Eyes on me. Stay awake and take my breaths in your lungs.” Mouth to mouth he gives me life again. “Yes, Baby Blue. That’s right, don’t fucking stop.”

When the panic attack abates, Uri wraps me in his jacket and, holding me in his arms bridal style, carries me to the car.

He doesn’t let me go. I’m on his lap, in the safety of his arms. My cheek is lying on his chest. I can hear his heart beating fast…

from anger or maybe fear. My trembling hand is fisting his sweater, I’m scared he’ll let me go, unreasonably so.

Tears are stuck inside my throat and intermittent shivers keep shaking my body.

“Talk to me,” I whisper brokenly. His deep voice always drags me back when I’m drowning in one of my panic attacks.

Just as I think he didn’t hear me, he asks, “Do you know why I bought our lake house?”

Did he say our ?

“Because in spring, Baby Blue Eyes will bloom all around the property, and I want to see you standing in the middle of it all…again. I want you to look at me like you did that day and hear me say you belong to me, knowing this time you’ll understand the real meaning of it.”

I sigh. Every word he utters reaches my soul, latching around it, bonding me to him for eternity.

“That look of desolation on your face appeared in my dream that very night. Fearful, periwinkle eyes above pale cheeks. We were separated, as I ended up in the group home and you at Meg’s house, barely seeing each other.”

“We were in no state to interact with other people,” I say softly.

His chin brushes over my head as he nods. “I’ve always been very rational, it’s an innate trait. A boy showing up in my dreams had no particular meaning. But you weren’t just any boy. You were mine, and you kept visiting my dreams for a month.”

“Is that why you started sneaking inside my room after that?” I ask. He’d walk fifteen minutes from the group home to Meg’s and slide under the broken wooden fence on the east side of the house every night for six months just to watch me fall sleep.

“That was just the tip of my obsession with you. Whoever this stalker is, they are amateurs. They have no idea who they are up against.”