Julius's POV
I grit my teeth so hard that my jaw started hurting while staring at the sight of that bitch getting fucked by that bastard.
Just looking at it felt wrong.
My instincts were practically screaming at me to look away, to turn around, to stop watching before my brain melted out of my ears from how unbearable the scene was becoming. At the same time, my body refused to move. I stood there like some pathetic idiot, frozen in place while my eyes stayed locked onto the sight in front of me.
Powerless.
That word alone made my stomach twist.
So this was what Charlotte had become now.
A woman willingly spreading herself open for another man.
A woman moaning for him.
A woman letting herself get used however he wanted.
At this point, she really was nothing more than his toy.
The thought alone made disgust crawl up my throat so violently that I almost wanted to throw up right there. Honestly, if I had eaten anything earlier, it probably would've ended badly for the floor.
