Viktor sat back, looking at her. She was still trembling, still sniffling, her face red and puffy from crying.
And she was still tied in that elaborate bondage pattern—chest ropes cutting between her breasts, making them bulge obscenely.
His cock, which had softened during the emotional moment, gave an interested twitch.
'Are you fucking kidding me right now?' he thought to himself.
But apparently, his body didn't care about timing.
The sight of Helena—vulnerable, marked, bound—combined with the lingering image of Kaida's tight body was doing things to him.
He coughed, looking away. "Ahem."
Helena tilted her head, noticing the shift in his demeanor. "Young master?"
"I, uh..." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I think I got aroused by that woman."
The words hung in the air.
Helena's eyes widened. She looked down at his cock—which was now definitely hardening—then back up at his face.
Her cheeks, already flushed from crying, turned an even deeper shade of red.
