Page 14 of Blackwell Manor: A Lesson in Submission

And then—finally—he moved.

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The Master’s Touch

Elias’s hand was suddenly in her hair, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his commanding gaze.

A dark, knowing smirk ghosted across his lips.

“Good girl.”

The praise hit Isabella like a physical touch, warmth curling low in her stomach, flooding through her veins.

Lillian laughed softly, her lips finding Isabella’s throat, trailing teasing kisses along her sensitive skin.

“You like it when he calls you that, don’t you?”

Isabella whimpered, barely able to breathe, because it was true.

She wanted to please him.

She wanted to surrender.

Elias ran his thumb across her bottom lip, his touch both tender and demanding.

“Are you ready to learn, Isabella?”

Her body shuddered, burned, craved.

She was beyond ready.

She was theirs now.

And they both knew it.

Chapter 7 – The Morning After

Waking Up Marked

The morning light spilled through the heavy velvet curtains, soft and golden, cutting through the dimness of the room. The air was thick with heat, with sin, with the lingering scent of bodies tangled together in the dark.

Isabella stirred, her body aching in the most delicious way, muscles sore, skin still humming with the remnants of fingertips, lips, and whispered commands.

She barely had the strength to open her eyes, but when she did, she saw her wrists—marked.

Faint, dark smudges where Elias had held her down.

The evidence of Lillian’s teeth on her hip.

The reminder of what they had done to her.

A sharp pulse of heat curled low in her stomach, between her thighs, deep and unrelenting.

She had surrendered.

And she had loved it.

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