ZOE’S POV
It was sinful. God, it was so sinful.
Standing there with my hand between my thighs, my fingers slick and trembling, while Julian sat back watching me like he owned me—it was filthy. But it was also the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life.
My chest rose and fell too fast, the heavy drag of air burning my throat. Goosebumps rippled across my skin, my nip.ples so tight they ached with every brush of steam. I’d touched myself before, of course, but never like this. Never with someone’s gaze locked on me, stripping me bare without lifting a single finger.
Never with Liam.
Liam never cared. His pleasure always came first—quick, messy, and thoughtless. He never looked at me the way Julian was looking now, like I was something worth savoring. Like my body was his to command. I
