Mika's hands were shameless now, both of them digging into Yelena's soft curves, kneading her as though he owned her, while she arched her back, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed at her to stop.
Heat flooded her, her breath came quicker, and, most damning of all, she could feel her underwear dampening again.
'No...not again...she thought, horrified.'
She had believed what happened last night was a one-time accident, an embarrassing overflow she could bury and forget. But now, with Mika's hands molding her flesh and her body responding on its own, it was undeniable, her shameful reaction was real.
She wanted to escape, to stop this before it spiraled further, but she had no idea how. Her throat tightened, her hands froze around the knife on the counter, and her body trembled as his fingers pressed more firmly into her butt.
The air in the kitchen felt suffocating. 'If this keeps going, I'll burn up...I'll combust right here…'
And then, her salvation arrived.
