The words hit Elena like a slap across the face.
Her jaw clamped shut. Her fingernails bit half-moons into her palms. Every muscle in her body pulled toward that window, toward his throat, toward murder in its pureest and most stupid form.
"You bastard!"
He ignored her. He said it the way a man ignores weather, and turned his attention back down to the girl swallowing him, and spoke as if Elena were already a hundred miles away.
"Mrs. Tanabe was really good with her poses and her tightness. But you lack that excitement."
On the bed, Yuki trembled. Her hand on his ass clenched. Her eyes went wide, and her body started to pull back, to shrink, to push herself away from him.
Viktor looked down at her. Only that. A look.
"You know what would happen if you would protest, my dear Yuki."
