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Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I need to get off this bed.

When I open my eyes, she’s awake, staring up at me through sleep-hazed eyes that aren’t short on hunger either.

“Dimitri.” Her voice is rough, low, and entirely too inviting.

I’m not staying here a second longer.

Ignoring my weeping cock and racing heart, I detangle our limbs, roll off the bed, and put several feet of floor between us before my body can override my judgment any further. She follows every movement with wide eyes, so I turn my back to her and practically bolt for the bathroom, locking the door behind me for good measure. Then I rest my forehead against the wood with a dull thud.

“Fuck me.” I need to get out of here—right after putting that belt on her. But how the hell am I supposed to do that when I’m out of my mind with lust?

Pushing away from the door, I head for the sink and splash cold water over my face until my head clears enough to think.

I just need to survive the next thirty minutes, then I can leave the house and distract myself with the meeting my brothers and I have with James Salvatore, our mayoral candidate. Yes.

Get the leather chastity belt from my closet, put it on Grace as clinically as possible, take a cold shower, and get the fuck out of here.

I give myself a firm nod in the mirror before unlocking the bathroom door.

Grace is still lying on the bed when I walk into the room, her body sprawled across the rumpled sheets, curves barely concealed beneath her clothes. She turns her head to look at me, blinking slowly before speaking, her voice soft but edged with exhaustion. “When is this going to stop?”

I don’t need to ask what she means. The games, the teasing, the endless push-pull—it’s wearing on both of us. Hopefully it ends tonight after I up the ante today. “It will stop when you tell me what I want to know.”

She props herself up on one elbow, her tits pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. I look away.

“Even if telling you puts someone close to me in danger?” She sighs, and my heart clenches at the worry on her face.

I take a step toward her before forcing myself to stop. I’m barely in control as it is, and despite the cold water, I’m still hard as fuck. “I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and that person. But I can’t do that if you don’t tell me who sent you,” I say carefully.

I wait for her response, but she only sighs again and drops back onto the mattress, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, lips pressed thin.

Minutes stretch by in tense silence.

She doesn’t say another word.

Fine.

If words won’t work, maybe this will.

I turn on my heel and stride into the walk-in closet, the door clicking shut behind me. My hands move on autopilot as I pull open the lower drawer. The tweaked leather chastity belt sits inside, thick black straps with the dildo looped through the front panel. Next to it are the remote that controls it and a box of condoms, unopened.

I won’t be needing those with her now that she’s on birth control. The thought hits me hard, images of thrusting into her bare and filling her up without barriers heating my skin, and I swallow the groan clawing its way up my throat. Fuck. I grab the belt and slam the drawer shut.

Back in the bedroom, Grace watches me approach, sitting up with widening eyes when she spots the belt in my hand. “Dimitri, no⁠—”

“You agreed last night,” I remind her, closing the distance between us. “Take off your pants, or I will.”

She hesitates briefly, then gets to her feet. “Maybe we should revisit that conversation⁠—”

“Pants off,” I repeat, voice going husky as my cock stirs.

She bites her lip but pushes the slacks down, steps out of them, and after one more beat of hesitation, her panties too. Then she climbs onto the bed and lies back, legs spreading to show her pussy, already wet and pink.

Heart thudding an unstable staccato, I kneel between her thighs, my cock throbbing in my pants from the sight alone.

I unbuckle the straps of the belt fast and slide it under her ass, lifting her hips with one hand. The dildo’s tip presses against her entrance, slick already from her arousal, and she gasps, hips jerking up to meet it. I push it in slowly, watching her cunt stretch around the thick shaft, lips parting wider with every inch.