Mira's scream shattered the moment of peace. The sound was so raw, so obscene, that Kaida's entire body jerked against the chain restraint still held by Mira's trembling hand.
Kaida's eyes shot back to the bed, her breath catching in her throat.
Viktor was gasping, his muscular frame tensing as Helena's delicate hands wrapped tighter around his chest. Her fingers splayed across his belly, lifting the soft layer of fat there as she pressed herself flush against his back.
But it wasn't Viktor who had thrust.
It was Helena.
Her hips matched his rhythm possessively, pushing forward with surprising strength. The motion forced Viktor's entire length—every thick, veined inch that had been partially withdrawn—to plunge back inside Mira.
The soft belly fat that had been stopping him from going deeper gave way under Helena's guidance, and his cockhead speared forward, kissing Mira's cervix with brutal precision.
