Page 89 of Seven+Four

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. “Yourpleasure 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.

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