Julie stood rooted to the spot, her heart pounding as Cassius's lewd invitation hung in the air.
The faint, wet sounds of Isabelle's tongue lapping at his cock beneath the blanket echoed in her ears, a relentless reminder of the debauchery unfolding before her.
Her mind churned with inner turmoil—duty clashed with revolt, loyalty warring with the primal heat stirring in her core. She wanted to flee, to preserve her dignity and escape this den of sin, but the weight of Cassius's authority pressed down on her like a physical force.
'He's my master.' She thought bitterly, her fists clenching at her sides. 'I have no choice.'
With a shaky breath, she forced her legs to move, each step heavy with reluctance as she approached the bed and lowered herself onto the edge, sitting stiffly beside Cassius and the writhing form of Isabelle.
The mattress dipped slightly under her weight, and she felt the heat radiating from Cassius's body, his bare skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
