Page 17 of Stalked By the Convict

“Let them.”

You’d think that Adam would cool down a bit after we got married and had kids, but he seems to be getting worse. His obsession grows deeper by the day. I shouldn’t like it as much as I do but when he gets like this, my pussy always throbs with heat. Over the years, his jealousy has led us to having sex in questionable places, but it just adds thrill to our marriage. There’s never a dull day spent as Adam’s wife.

My palms slap against the cool concrete wall as Adam steps behind me. I moan out his name as he pushes my hair aside and drops his hot lips to my neck.

“I love you,” he whispers roughly against my skin. “Eight years ago, I was a lost man, Yuri. You gave me a reason to live and then some. You gave me two beautiful children that brighten my life every single day. You could have rejected me—”

“Impossible,” I choke out.

“You could have turned this dark and twisted man away,” he rasps against my skin. I gasp when he slips his fingers under my skirt and past my thong. “I was so sure someone as precious, rare, and beautiful as you would never want a beast like me.”

“Adam, I—oh, god!” I cry when he thrusts his fingers into my wet pussy. I fight to gather my thoughts long enough to remind my husband that I fell for him the second we met, but I can’t focus on anything but his touch.

“I love you, Yuri,” he growls. “I love you so fucking much I can’t think straight when you are away from me. Every time someone tries to come near you, I want to rip them in half for even daring to think they can approach you.”

I cry out at his ministrations, his fingers thrusting furiously into my wet hole as he tangles his other hand into my hair and yanks hard. A thrill shoots down my spine and my sex quivers hard around his fingers. My knees begin to tremble with the need to feel more of him inside of me.

“Adam, please,” I beg. He yanks at my hair again. “Please fuck me.”

His breath is hot and heavy against my neck as he removes his hand and replaces it with his cock. A loud moan tears through me when he thrusts into my pussy with a grunt. God, I hope the music from the club drowns our voices out.

“You’re mine, Yuri,” Adam growls, digging his fingers into my thigh. “No one gets to have you but me—say it.”

“Yours,” I whimper once I realize he won’t move until I do as he commands. “Will only ever belong to you, Adam.”

The music echoing out from the club changes to “Crazy in Love”, and it drowns out the sounds of our lovemaking. My wedding ring glitters in the dark, reminding me of the man that owns my heart, mind, and soul.

Eight years ago, I vowed to belong only to Adam, and I intend to keep my promise. For the rest of our lives, I will only ever belong to him.

~The End

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