His cock throbbed under his pants, but that made his pain rise tenfold.
It was the proof of how helpless he was. How worthless he was.
Julian listened silently to the exchange between Shayla and Vigg, savoring every moment. A slow, satisfied smile curled on his lips as he glanced toward Aryl.
"Come," he said softly, his voice low and commanding, "you have waited long enough as well."
At those words, Vigg's head snapped toward his sister, his face twisting in torment. Tears slid down his cheeks as his hands clenched tightly at his sides.
Aryl, her eyes cloudy with desire, met his gaze. Her lips parted slightly, and a slow smile curved her lips. Slowly, she rose to her feet, the weight of the moment heavy on her chest.
Her gown slipped from her shoulders, the delicate silk slowly falling away before pooling at her feet. Naked and vulnerable, she stepped forward, the air around them thickening as she made her way towards Vigg.
