The office floor was a mess, drenched in glistening pools that shimmered under the dim light, a testament to Yelena's uncontrollable release.
Mika's eyes swept over the scene—a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
When Charlotte had squirted the day before, he'd thought that was impressive, but Yelena had outdone her, as if someone had turned on a hose and let it run unchecked.
Mika was quietly satisfied, his plan unfolding exactly as he'd envisioned. This taboo act had pushed Yelena and Charlotte to confront sides of themselves they'd never dared to explore, forging an intimate bond that would inevitably draw them closer, closer to each other, and closer to him.
His ultimate goal was to make them accept each other as his partners, to weave them into his web so tightly they couldn't escape.
But for now, the aftermath loomed, and it was messy in more ways than one.
