Victor touched Miles's face softly, his voice low and possessive.
"How amazing it is… when you moan for me, Miles."
Miles stood frozen, his body tense and trembling. Victor's fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. The cool air brushed against Miles's skin as Victor traced his fingers lightly down his chest, then paused to squeeze the delicate skin of his pink nipples.
Tears pooled in Miles's eyes, silently falling as he stared at nothing.
Victor's gaze roamed hungrily over him.
"I'm starting to understand why Ethan calls you Milk," he murmured with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Your whole body… it's so soft, so pure. Like milk."
Miles flinched as Victor's fingers brushed over a faint mark on his side—the scar Ethan had unintentionally left the night before. Victor's eyes darkened.
"So," Victor said sharply, "you did sleep with Ethan." His voice rose, no longer calm. "Is that what this scar is from?"
