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His eyes drag over me, thumb brushing beneath my lower lip. “I am in pain every second I’m not touching you.”

“Drawer,” I say, nodding to my nightstand. “Condoms are in the little black pouch.”

He looks toward the drawer, then back at me.

“I have my own too, but now I am interested—what else is in this drawer?”

My stomach flips because there’s no way he doesn’t know. He saw some of it in the suitcase, enough to know I was getting off in the shower that morning before I knew he was home.

“Lots of things.”

His mouth moves. “Show me your favorite.”

I lean back on my elbows, letting my gaze travel over him in a slow sweep. “You’re very interested in my drawer for a guy standing here with an erection.”

“I am interested in all the things that make you come.”

My breath catches, and he knows it. He’s started to learn me with the same serious focus he brings to everything, and there’s nothing fucking hotter to me than a man who pays attention.

I reach back into the drawer and pull out my matte purple vibrator, letting it rest in my palm for a second before I hold it out to him. Viktor takes it, his thumb moving over the smooth button, then the rounded head.

“This is the favorite?” he asks.

“One of them.”

His eyes lift. “One of them.”

“I like variety.”

“Mm. I am learning this. How do you use it?”

I stare at him. “You really want a tutorial right now?”

“I want to watch you come with it.” His thumb presses the button, and the low buzz fills the room. “Then I want to be the one who makes you come with it.”

Heat drops hard between my thighs, and I fold my arms loosely over my stomach, bare from the waist up. This bastard is standing shirtless in front of me, holding my toy in his hand and asking to watch me get myself off. It’s clear there’s nothing about my pleasure that makes him feel inadequate—only hungrier.

I take the toy back before I do something embarrassing, like climb him where he stands.

“Okay…” My voice is husky as his eyes pin mine. “Then we’re gonna need something else.”

I reach into the drawer again, pulling out the small silk rope coiled neatly near the back. Viktor’s attention drops to it, and his breathing changes.

“Ah, yes, this rope,” he says. “What do you use it for?”

I let the rope slide through my fingers. “Shibari, sometimes. Restraint mostly, if the person knows what they’re doing.”

His eyes lift to mine. “Do you?”

“Mhm.” I step closer, and the rope swings lightly between us. "Enough for something simple. I could tie your wrists. Nothing complicated…” I brush the silk over the inside of one of his wrists, watching the tendons in his hand flex. “You’d be able to watch, but not touch until I let you.”

Blue eyes trail down to my chest, and he leans in. “I would like that a lot.”

“Okay.” I smile slowly as he takes a nipple into his mouth. “But before I tie you up, one rule. If you need me to stop, you say stop. No stoic bullshit, okay?”

His mouth curves faintly against my skin. “Very bossy.”

I tug him off me and guide him backward until the backs of his legs hit the mattress and he sits, then falls back when I nudge my hand into his chest. His eyes don’t leave me as I climb over him to reach the headboard.