Page 12 of Blackwell Manor: A Lesson in Submission

She could see it. She could feel it.

And so could Elias.

Isabella’s lips parted, and the truth spilled out—soft, breathless, sinful.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

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Elias Takes Control

Elias exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening on her hips, pulling her back against him.

Hard. Unyielding. Possessive.

And for the first time, he spoke—his voice low, deep, rough with control.

“Good girl.”

The words wrecked her.

A whimper caught in Isabella’s throat as Lillian smiled, her lips curving in pure, wicked delight.

“I told you she’d be perfect.”

And then—Lillian’s mouth was on hers.

Soft and demanding, teasing and taking, tongue sliding past Isabella’s parted lips, stealing the last of her resistance.

Elias growled, his grip tightening, his breath hot against the back of Isabella’s neck.

His wife was devouring her.

And Isabella?

She was falling apart.

Chapter 6 – The Master’s Touch

The air in the library was thick with heat and something darker—something inevitable. The slow, wicked game that had started days ago was nowhere near innocent. It had been building, stretching between them like a taut wire, waiting to snap.

And now, Elias was done waiting.

He was behind her, his body heat and dominance, his breath slow and steady against her neck. His hands gripped her hips, possessive, anchoring her to the reality of what she had just surrendered to.

Lillian had claimed her lips first.

Now, he would claim the rest.

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The Command

Elias didn’t rush. He never did.

Instead, he lifted a hand, brushing Isabella’s hair away from her neck, exposing the delicate skin beneath.

Then, he spoke.

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