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“Now on the other one.”

The clamp was just as painful on his left nipple.

“Lovely.” Oscar finally eased the pressure on Chris’s burning ribs. “Pain suits him well, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” Ethan’s voice was miles away.

To Chris’s surprise, Oscar got off of him. “I need to pee. Too much wine. Don’t dare take those clamps off.” He walked out of the bedroom but left the door open.

Ethan sat on the bed and whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, but you need to do better. You can’t break character.”

“He’s mental,” Ethan hissed.

“He hasn’t done anything I didn’t expect, but you’re making him suspect we’re lying.”

Ethan rubbed his face, looking like he might crumble and mess everything up. Chris held Ethan’s shirt and pulled him close. “When Oscar gets back, I need you to join him.”

“Join him?”

“I think he’ll be into that, and it will make him see we’re not faking.”

“I... I’m not sure.”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

Ethan’s mouth dropped. Chris felt like shit for being so blunt, but he had to get through to Ethan, and they were running out of time. “You want to.” He put his palm on Ethan’s cheek. “Like you wanted in the cabin.”

Ethan moved his hand away. “What I want is to take you and Anthony out of here. This shit doesn’t make me horny—it makes me sick.”

“You mean thatImake you sick.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth.”

“You’ve been looking disgusted since we got to this room.”

“Yes, of course. Aren’t you disgusted?”

“I don’t have that privilege.”

Ethan took a breath. “I’m disgusted by this situation, not by you.”

He was relieved to hear that, although some doubt remained. “I’m giving you permission to join. I want it to be like it was in the cabin.”

Ethan frowned. “Why? You were terrified.”

That night was still vivid in Chris’s mind, the terror and the unexpected beauty. “Not by the end,” he said. “With you, I’m safe.”

They watched one other in silence. The battle behind Ethan’s eyes was so fierce, Chris could see it like a war movie.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, Ethan jumped to his feet. Oscar returned, still naked. He watched them with suspicion in his eyes. “How are we doing?”

“Good.” Ethan cleared his throat and stood a bit straighter. “You ready for more?”

“Oh, I most definitely am. Question is, are you?”

Ethan responded by pulling off his shirt. “Let me help you handle him.”

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