12 ~ My Boiling Blood.

JULIAN’s POV

I glance over my shoulders, spotting a muscular broad-shouldered man with a thick rigid cock glistening with cum.

He's holding a box and smirking with so much lust in his eyes.

“Your dad slept off after one round, he must have had a long day. So let's play,” Nikolai says, walking further into the room.

I drop the pillow by my sides, my brows arching, “Leave me alone.”

I say to him as the feeling of shame clings to my skin.

How does it feel for him to fuck both father and son?

Doesn't he feel disgusted?

If he isn't feeling ashamed, that's...