But Elara knew better. She'd seen the glint in his eyes. The predatory smile. He'd already given them all a hidden ability for easy birth. The rough sex was just because he *wanted* to. Because he *could*.
He was a monster. A horny, insatiable monster who could go for hours without tiring.
And now, in this cramped carriage, with Olivia sitting RIGHT THERE, he was—
His toe found her clit through the fabric.
Elara's entire body locked up. Her breathing hitched. Her eyes rolled back slightly before she caught herself.
'Oh gods. Oh gods. I can't—not here—please—'
"The transformation is remarkable," Olivia continued, oblivious. "In just a few days, you've organized an entire workforce. Created systems. Given people purpose." She turned back to Viktor, her expression sincere. "You're a good lord, Viktor. Truly."
Viktor's smile was warm, genuine. "I appreciate that, Olivia. Your faith means—"
He pressed his toe harder against Elara's clit and made a small circular motion.
