Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Mika pulled back and Charlotte stumbled, dazed, her lips swollen, her entire body trembling like a leaf.
But Mika didn't stop there as his hands lower, gripping both of their butts firmly. They gasped in unison, shrieking softly at the sudden squeeze, before he smirked, his eyes locked on theirs.
"What I wanted to say…" His voice rang out, steady and calm, as if the entire crowd wasn't watching. "...is that I love you. Both of you. You are my precious family. Even if I was distant before, even if I failed to show it...I loved you then, and I love you now. That won't ever change."
He squeezed their asses tighter, making them both gasp again.
"But what about you? Do you love me?"
Anya's eyes welled with emotion, her voice fervent as she pressed herself closer. And even though she had clue about what was going on and was utterly confused—hearing Mika ask such a question, the words just naturally came out of her mouth.
