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The feelings I have for her border on unhealthy. I know that. I live and breathe for her. I follow every move she makes, run checks on everyone she interacts with for more than five minutes, and have security cameras installed in every corner of her neighborhood that points at her home. I do it to protect her, to see for myself that she’s safe and cared for.
I can’t hide this part of myself from her any longer.
“Yuri,” I whisper. It’s a losing battle to rein in my desire, but I try, even if just to get out what I need to say. “The moment I laid eyes on you for the first time, I knew I had to get out. I had to be with you. Fate has a funny way of making things happen. I don’t know if someone pulled strings to get me out, but I can’t say I’m sorry about it.”
She’s silent. The longer she doesn’t speak, the more my fear grows. The thought of losing her just as I found her has unwelcome weight settling on my lungs.
“How long have you been following me?” she finally asks. “I saw you this morning, but I also found the tracker in my car when I got to the station.”
“The moment I got out. It started with just wanting to know you were safe, but then I started getting curious. I wanted to know everything about you.” I cup her jaw with my hand and tilt her face so that her pretty eyes can look straight into mine. “I still do.”
“This is so fucked up,” she whispers, her breath hitching when I lean in and brush my lips over her jawline. “But it’s also fucked up that I don’t want to report you. The thought of sending you back to jail makes my heart ache. Why do I feel like that, Adam?”
I take her hand and guide it down to the heavy bulge of my cock. “I feel the same way, Yuri. We were made for each other.”
I groan when her hands cup my erection, fighting the urge to push into her hand.
I’m desperate for more, but Yuri leaves me craving her. I am determined to make her mine. The longer I stare down at her, the more possessive my feelings grow.
“This is fucked up,” she whispers, blinking up at me. “I shouldn’t want you the way I do, Adam.”
“You’re thinking too hard.” I can’t have that, not when I myself can barely string two thoughts together. “Let me fix that.”
I push away from her hand with a growl and move past her, bending down to sweep everything off the office desk with one arm. I turn back to Yuri and tug her toward me, closing my hand tightly around her ass when she starts to squirm in my arms. And then I’m bending her back onto the desk.
“What the hell, Adam?” she rages, pushing her long black hair back from her face.
“Strip.”
“What?” Her face twists with confusion. Her eyes widen as she watches me grab the hem of my shirt and draw it over my shoulders.
“I said strip, Yuri.”
My tone leaves no room for argument; she must see it because she swallows and begins to unbutton her silk blouse. My eyes stay on hers as I unbutton my jeans. My cock is as hard and heavy in my boxer briefs. I grit my teeth at the sight of her dusky nipples taunting me as she strips off her bra. I yank down my jeans to show her more fully the result of my desire for her.
“You want to know what’s fucked up, Yuri?” I ask, stepping out of my jeans and leaving them on the floor. Her eyes widen as I stalk towards her as a wolf would prey. Since she’s already unzipped her skirt, I grab the hem and drag it down her thighs before tossing it behind me. I don’t turn to look where it falls.
“Adam …”
I slip between her legs before settling over her and flattening her beneath me. Her eyes are wide, lust mixed in with the lingering anger. I would worship the ground she walked on if she asked me to.
“Want to know what’s more fucked up than stalking you and planting a tracker in your car? My sick desire to be close to you. So much so that I broke into your house.”
Her eyes widen in shock before glazing over in pleasure as I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth and suck gently at the tight bud. I roll it between my tongue and teeth until she’s whimpering and thrashing beneath me.
I kiss a trail to her other breast, looking up to see that her head is thrown back, exposing her throat. “I wanted to see if your house was secure, but I also wanted to feel close to you. To see how you lived, what your space looked like, smelled like …”
“Adam!” she cries when I reach between her legs and drag my thumb along her soaking wet slit before rubbing it over her swollen bud.
“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping,” I growl. “You like that, don’t you? The thought of me walking in your space. Getting hard just at your scent.”
“Oh my god—”
“Sometimes I would take a pair of your panties home with me and spend the night buried in your scent, jerking off to your—fuck—” I practically snarl when I press a finger to her wet hole and feel how tight she is.
I can’t wait any longer.
I haven’t had sex for more than a decade. I had no desire to be with anyone, even long before I was arrested. With Yuri, the dry spell has led to an uncontrollable blaze. Every single moment before she was in my life has led to this.
