Page 133 of Grace

My gaze sweeps the room. My heart climbs into my throat, and a bitter sigh slips past my lips.

“What I want most is to pack my stuff and leave. I don’t want to spend a single night here without Cyrus.”

“He was the one who offered it,” he says, his voice cold and measured.

“To me. Not to us.”

“Where did he fuck you?”

The question—rough and invasive—steals my breath.

“Chase…”

“Where?” he pushes for an answer. His muscular arms hold my body tight against his.

“In the bed.”

“Did you enjoy it?” He pulls my hair away from my neck and traces a burning line along my skin with his lips.

“I came.” I clear my throat and jut my chin.

“So you didn’t enjoy it.”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“We do.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to know how many times he touched you, and how—against the rules.”

“What? What kind of rules?”

“Nothing that would affect you. Just go on.”

“On the kitchen counter.”

His body tenses, and his hot breath burns my skin.

“How many times, total?”

“Six. And I came every time.”

“But you didn’t enjoy it.”

I turn to him, tears in my eyes, and look deep into his dark, mysterious gaze. His face is emotionless—cold—but his heart… it’s pounding, like a caged animal fighting for its life. For its freedom.

“I had to do it. For myself. You… must understand that. I needed it after everything that happened, and…” I catch my lower lip between my teeth and look down in shame, “I wanted to punish you.”

“I understand.” He cups my face in his warm hand. “I don’t blame you for what happened. So only the kitchen and the bedroom are off-limits?” He lifts one arched brow.

“The whole house,” I reply sternly, but he hooks a finger into the waistband of my jeans and pulls me closer. His lips twist into a dark, menacing smile.

“That cop is lucky no one breaks his hands and legs after what he did. He was forbidden to touch you—he broke the rule. Whatever comes of it is on him.”

“This isn’t right,” I say, shaking my head—still, I let Chase pull down my pants and panties. He grabs my naked ass and picks me up, pressing his erect manhood against me.

“You wanted to take a shower, didn’t you?” He flashes me a dark grin and follows me into the small bathroom. He kicks the door shut and lifts me onto the washing machine.