Viktor's hand moved down to her ass cheeks, her body flinching.
'Yeah... go ahead.'
Helena felt his heartbeat against her cheek—steady, strong, alive. She could stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms, feeling wanted and protected.
But in her mind, thoughts churned.
'My young master...'
The possessiveness in those words surprised even her.
When had she stopped thinking of him as the boy she'd raised? When had he become HER Viktor instead of Young Master Viktor?
Maybe it was when he'd groped her that first time in his bedroom.
Or when he'd taken her virginity on that dusty sofa.
Or when he'd looked at her with those dark eyes and called her beautiful.
She didn't know. Didn't care.
All that mattered was—
'I want to be with him. Always.'
Even if it meant sharing him with Mira. With Kaida. With whoever else came into his life.
