The carriage wheels ground to a halt with a final creak, the sudden stillness jarring after hours of rhythmic movement.
Through the curtained windows, the outline of Viktor's manor emerged—rebuilt, reinforced, significantly larger than before. Torchlight flickered across newly constructed wings and a pristine courtyard.
Inside the carriage, Kaida was still trembling.
Her head hung forward limply, chin nearly touching her chest. Her tongue lolled out between swollen lips, eyes unfocused and glazed with that expression—that completely ruined, thoroughly fucked look that spoke of pleasure so intense it had short-circuited her brain.
Her entire body twitched sporadically. Muscles spasming. Legs trembling. Arms hanging uselessly at her sides.
And between her thighs—
