The admission broke her.
"I'm sorry, Young Master!" The words tumbled out between gasps and moans. "Today... I got jealous...!"
Viktor's rhythm stuttered. He slowed, grinding deep inside her, making her feel every thick, veined inch as he held her on the precipice. "Jealous? Why?"
From the doors, Mira's hand froze between her thighs.
Helena sobbed, shame and arousal warring in her voice. "Of... of Mira...! The way you looked at her... the way you were gentle with her boy... I... I told her harsh words...!" The confession spilled out like poison from a wound. "I told her... told her to know her boundaries... that she wasn't suited to stand beside a nobleman... I was so cruel, Young Master... because I was jealous...!"
Mira's entire world tilted on its axis. Her body, already heated from watching them fuck, suddenly felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending lit up, a perverse cocktail of humiliation, vindication, and pure, raw arousal flooding through her.
