Belle’s POV

He doesn’t step inside right away.

For a long, agonizing heartbeat, Julius stays frozen in the doorway, his chest heaving, and his eyes black with want.

I can see the war on his face: the good son versus the starving man, loyalty to his father versus the cock straining so hard against his sweatpants it must hurt.

I don’t speak to him, he has to make his choice, so I just keep my fingers moving, I. slick circles around my clit, then dipping inside to curl against that spot ...