"You can have her in your way, husband," Mira said. Her voice was warm. Loving. The tone of a wife handing her husband a gift — not a sex slave, not a heavenly demon, but a 'present.' Wrapped in chains and delivered with a kiss.
Viktor took the leash. His fingers wrapped around the chain. He gave it a small tug — testing. Nora's body jerked. The collar pulled her head forward. Her neck arched. A small, strangled sound escaped her throat.
He chuckled.
"Aren't you a pervert?" he said. The words were directed at Mira. The tone was warm. Appreciative. The tone of a man who had just been handed a heavenly demon on a leash by his naked wife and was genuinely impressed by the gesture.
