Page 83 of Viper’s Reign

“What are you doing?” she demands.

“You haven’t forgotten about your belt so soon, have you?” I cross my arms. “I’m letting you off tonight, but that doesn’t mean I trust you not to help yourself.”

“But—but I didn’t have it on last night.”

“You were with me. There wasn’t an opportunity.”

She studies me for a long moment before huffing and marching away at nearly a jog. My lips curl up as I follow, easily matching her pace, which only seems to irritate her even more.

We climb the stairs and head down the hall, but my smile fades when she walks past her room. “Where are you going?”

“To your room.” She tosses a glance at me. “I don’t need the belt as long as you’ve got eyes on me, right?”

She stops outside my door, waiting. I close the distance, and she starts backing up when she sees I’m not slowing down, retreating step by step until her spine meets the door.

“What—what are you doing?” she squeaks.

“Even if you stay in my room tonight, the belt goes on.” The point has never been about preventing relief in the moment. It’s to keep her right on the edge. To make sure she stays there, thinking about me, needing me, until it’s all she can focus on. Until she’s desperate enough to do or say anything to come.

“No.” Her protest is barely audible. I expected it. It’s part of my carefully orchestrated plan. Still, I raise a brow at her.

“What was that?” I dip my head toward her throat. A mistake. My cock immediately hardens, my spine tingling as I’m reminded that I haven’t come in a few days either.

“No chastity belt tonight,” she says, a little more firmly.

I lift my head from her throat. “How about I make you a deal? No belt tonight, no sexual torture, but tomorrow you wear it… with a little tweak.”

“A little tweak?” Suspicion clouds her face, but I respond with my most innocent smile.

“Mmm, a little tweak. You’ll love it, you’ll see.” I give her a wink and watch her sag against the door. Keeping my eyes on her, I punch in my passcode, then slide my hand between her back and the door as I press the handle, holding her close as it swings open.

She startles and shoves at my chest. “I thought you said no sexual torment.”

I let her go. “That was me making sure you didn’t fall.”

“Keep your hands to yourself, Dimitri.” She storms toward the bed and burrows under the covers with as much drama as she can manage.

“Not going to shower?” I ask, but her only answer is to turn her back to me and pull the covers over her head.

Smirking, I strip off my shirt and make my way to the bed. I’ll keep my hands to myself, alright. But she has no idea what she just agreed to.

A chastity belt with a tweak. I swallow my dark chuckle as I slide into my side of the bed. By tomorrow night, she’ll be eating out of my palm. It’s about time I stopped fucking around.

I turn my back to her and squeeze my hard, aching cock. Fuck me, I’m not getting any sleep tonight.

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DIMITRI

My throbbing cock wakes me, and I gasp as I drag my face away from the cloud of red hair it was buried in. Sometime during my tossing and turning, I must have fallen asleep facing Grace.

She has her face tucked against my chest, her breaths warm and even on my skin. One leg is hooked over my thigh, placing my cock right over her entrance, and I tense, sweat beading at my temples as I fight the overwhelming urge to thrust.

She murmurs then snuggles even closer, which I didn’t think was possible, before lazily trailing her fingertips down my spine.

The innocent little touch wrecks me.

Electricity barrels through me, and without thinking, I rock forward against her core. Our groans rumble together, and I squeeze my eyes shut as stars explode behind my lids.