Page 11 of Blackwell Manor: A Lesson in Submission

Chapter 5 – Tasting Forbidden Fruit

The Last Thread of Resistance

Isabella was unraveling.

The air in the library was thick—too thick—with wine, candlelight, power, and desire. It wrapped around her, tightening, pulling her deeper into something she couldn’t escape, something she didn’t want to escape.

Not when Lillian was touching her.

Not when Elias was watching.

Her breath hitched as Lillian’s fingers ghosted along the edge of her dress, a featherlight tease that sent shivers rolling down her spine.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” Lillian whispered, lips brushing the shell of Isabella’s ear.

Isabella’s knees went weak.

This is wrong.

This is dangerous.

But when Elias moved behind her, when his broad, powerful hands gripped her hips, pressing her gently but firmly against Lillian, Isabella realized—

There was no turning back.

She was theirs now.

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Elias Watches. Lillian Plays.

Lillian hummed, her fingers trailing lower, just barely brushing against the bare skin of Isabella’s thighs.

“You’re trembling,” she murmured, tilting her head. “Tell me, darling… is it fear?”

Isabella shook her head.

Lillian smirked, glancing up at Elias. “See? I told you.”

Isabella’s heart pounded against her ribs.

Elias hadn’t moved, his grip still firm on her hips. His body was heat and power, solid and unyielding against her back. But he wasn’t rushing.

He was waiting.

Watching.

Letting Lillian push her, test her, break her down one touch at a time.

“Say it,” Lillian whispered, dragging her nails slowly up Isabella’s inner thigh. “Tell him what you want.”

Isabella bit her lip, her head spinning, her body betraying her.

She should resist.

She should step away.

But Lillian knew.

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