Mimi did not say a word, staring at him through hooded eyes with her chest heaving. Her core was visually grasping for some sort of contact - his contact. Yet she wouldn't tell him that, her pride wouldn't let her go that far.
Go to hell, her gaze seems to say.
This is hell, baby, a beautiful hell, his eyes said to her in response.
He was playing with her.
Then Victor drops his hands on his lover's boobs, cupping each one of them in his hands and squeezed tight causing her to moan.
The sound vibrated through Mimi, she bit her lips. It was too much. Since they were facing her, Mimi could see everything as clear as the day, the way those hands rubbed those breasts that she wished were on hers and her nipples tightened.
"You could join us, you know," Victor suggested, like the devil he was.
