12
Lucas
We finish the meal in silence, the air across the table thick with s****l tension. As I watch Yulia consume the last crumbs of her meal, my c**k strains in the tight confines of my jeans, throbbing painfully.
If Rosa hadn’t chosen that unfortunate moment to play stalker, I would already be inside Yulia, nailing her against the wall.
I shocked my prisoner. I can see it in the heightened color of her cheeks and the way her gaze slides away from mine. Did she believe me? Did she realize I was being sincere? The solution to the dilemma of what to do with her came to me as I was walking home, and I knew instantly that was the only way.
I’m going to do exactly as my instincts demand and keep Yulia.
Once, such an action would’ve been unimaginable. When I was in high school, if some
