Viktor blinked, surprised. He looked down at Mira, silently asking, 'What did you tell her to make her behave like this?'
But before he could ask, Kaida arrived in front of them. Her face averted, cheeks burning crimson, unable to meet his gaze.
Mira didn't give her time to retreat. She grabbed Kaida's hand and pulled.
"Ah—!"
Kaida stumbled, knees hitting the floor hard. She would have fallen completely if Viktor hadn't reached out, grabbing her arm to steady her.
His touch was warm. Firm. Possessive.
"Careful," he murmured.
Kaida flushed darker. "Let go of me, you pervert!" she cursed instinctively, trying to pull away.
But she didn't stand up. She stayed on her knees.
"I... I don't know how to do this," she stammered, looking anywhere but at the massive erection throbbing inches from her face.
Mira just smiled. She grabbed Kaida's trembling hand and guided it forward.
Slowly, deliberately, she placed Kaida's palm onto Viktor's wet cock.
"HIIEK—!"
