Viktor didn’t rush.

He stood between my open thighs for a long moment, stroking himself slowly while he looked at every inch of me—naked, already used by his son, still dripping, legs spread on his bed like an offering. The lamp cast sharp shadows across the hard planes of his chest and the thick cock in his fist. Silver glinted at his temples. His eyes were pure steel.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Married less than two days and already sneaking into your father-in-law’s bed with another man’s cum still inside you.” He dragged the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in the mess Rocco had left....