"Young Master..." Helena's voice trembled. Small. Uncertain. "I think... I should just go sleep tonight."
Her thighs pressed together beneath her uniform, trying to hide the shameful wetness pooling there.
After watching him above Kaida all day, her body had betrayed her—aching, empty, desperate.
Viktor's dark eyes narrowed.
His hands on her ass tightened, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh through her uniform.
"Sleep?" His voice was low. Dangerous. A hint of amusement curling at the edge. "Mira's got a genuine reason, but you? Nah. You're sleeping with me tonight—just not the boring kind of sleeping."
Helena's breath caught. The way he said it... like it was already decided. Like her body belonged to him.
He pulled her closer, grinding his cock—still coated in Bella and Kaida's fluids—against her stomach through the fabric.
Helena's breath hitched.
"Young Master, I—"
"You're wet."
