But just because Mika had finished with Fiona did not mean his work was over.
Far from it.
He glanced around the room at the remaining five sisters, all still trembling on their beds, cheeks flushed with the lingering heat of the aphrodisiac.
Without hesitation, he moved to the nearest one—a younger sister named Teresa, whose wide eyes betrayed a storm of nerves.
Earlier, when the treatment had only been discussed, Teresa had been quietly eager, almost curious.
But now, after witnessing Fiona—strict, composed, unshakable Fiona—reduced to a writhing, begging, lust-drunk creature who had clawed at her own robe and sucked desperately on Mika's fingers, Teresa was terrified.
She feared that the moment his touch reached her, she too would transform into some shameless, lust-filled succubus, utterly consumed by desire.
Mika sat gently at her bedside, offering the same reassuring smile he had given Fiona.
