Without waiting for his response, she stepped out, the door clicking shut behind her. She walked down the hall, her breath unsteady as she struggled to calm herself. Augustus's cough echoed again, weaker this time, drawing her attention to his room.
She needed to see him. It was the only way to rid herself of the shadow of Julian's twisted love.
Back in the bedroom, Julian remained on the bed, staring at the closed door. A smirk returned to his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. "Not done," he murmured.
He stood, adjusting his robe before walking toward the door. She could run to Augustus all she wanted, but in the end, he was the one who controlled everything.
**
As Gregoria moved, a warm, slick sensation ran between her thighs. Julian's cum leaked out of her, dripping slow and relentless.
She froze mid-step, her breath faltering as the reality hit her. He's still inside me.
