Helena's eyes filled with tears.
Not from arousal this time. Not from pleasure or fear of punishment.
These were different tears.
Her whole body trembled. Her massive breasts heaved with each shuddering breath. And then—
She shook her head.
Violently.
"No."
Viktor blinked.
"...What?"
"I—hic—I w-won't tell you—" Helena's voice cracked, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I c-can't—"
Viktor's jaw clenched. His hands pressed harder against the door on either side of her head.
"Helena, don't fuck with me right now. Just answer the damn question—"
"'No!'"
The word came out louder. Firmer. Despite the tears streaming down her face, despite how her bottom lip trembled, there was 'steel' in her voice.
Viktor stared at her, taken aback.
His naked body pressed close to hers. Her nipples—hard and swollen—poked into his chest. He could feel every shuddering breath she took, could feel her heart hammering against his own.
