'N-no, what am I even saying... how can he...'
Zzz...
Kaida realized her condition now.
She was alone with Viktor.
Kaida's red eyes turned on that door for a long moment, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then slowly—so slowly—her gaze drifted to the man sleeping beside her.
He looked peaceful. Too peaceful for the perverted bastard who'd just fucked her senseless in the garden pond.
His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm. Lips slightly parted. Those same lips that had been overflowing with milk—'both' Mira and Helena's milk—from how greedily he'd sucked their breasts while they too seemed to offer him.
Her breath hitched.
'The left one.'
Her eyes dropped to her own chest. To her left breast that sat heavy and full, the small pink nipple—recently emerged from its inverted state—glistening with a tiny bead of moisture.
The one she'd been too embarrassed to let him suck.
