Svetlana
"Yes! Harder! Oh Viktor! Don't stop!" Laughter and a sound I didn't know how to name echoed from the sitting room. I stepped inside with a lemon cake in my hands, heart fluttering with anticipation and great joy.
I was here to see my betrothed, Viktor.
The cake fell off my hands as I stared at Viktor, my husband to be and Ophelia, my cousin and lifelong tormentor together, covered in sweat and their bodies tangled together without shame.
Ophelia turned lazily, mockery dancing on her lips as she rolled her eyes as she bit her lips. "Don't stop now, I'm about to cum." She muttered and I felt my heart tighten as my eyes blurred in seconds.
A huge lump grew on my throat and I blinked back tears as I stepped back slowly, shaking my head. My hands trembled greatly as I broke into sweat.
