Julian gestured to the bed with a wave of his hand, and she took a step forward. Her eyes darted to her husband, the viscount who remained on the floor. His head was bowed in defeat.
She felt guilt for the pain she knew he was feeling, but she had to focus on their survival. With one last look, she turned and made her way to the bed.
Her legs felt like they were made of metal as she climbed onto the velvety mattress, her eyes never leaving Julian's. His cock stood tall and proud.
Julian's eyes darkened as he watched her approach, his hunger for her submission growing with every moment that passed.
"Ride me," Julian said, his voice a command that seemed to resonate through the very air.
The viscountess swallowed hard. Her hands reached for his shoulders to steady herself. She positioned herself over his hips, his cock pressing against her pussy.
Her eyes darted back to her husband's, the viscount's gaze a storm of pain and anger.
