Page 16 of Blackwell Manor: A Lesson in Submission

“You belong to us now.”

The words landed low in her stomach, twisting, coiling, sinking deep.

A claim.

A truth.

An unchangeable, inescapable fact.

Her body shivered, and Lillian hummed in amusement, her lips curling against Isabella’s skin.

Elias reached down, gripped Isabella’s chin between his fingers, tilting her face up until their eyes locked.

“This isn’t over.”

Then, just as calmly as he had entered her life, as effortlessly as he had undone her, he turned and walked out of the room.

Leaving her breathless, aching, and completely undone.

And as Lillian’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, Isabella realized something terrifying.

She didn’t want it to be over.

Not yet.

Not ever.

Chapter 8 – Bound by Desire

A War Within

The days passed in a blur of longing and denial, of stolen glances and burning touches, of restless nights spent aching for something she couldn’t name.

Isabella tried to be rational.

She tried to remind herself that this was wrong.

That she was a guest, an employee, an outsider who had no place in their world of dark, sinful pleasures.

And yet…

Every night, she found herself drawn back to them.

To Elias’s commanding voice, his unshakable control.

To Lillian’s teasing whispers, her hands that knew exactly how to break Isabella apart.

To the way they unraveled her, stripped her of everything but the pleasure they wanted her to feel.

She should have left.

She should have packed her bags, walked out of Blackwell Manor, and never looked back.

But she didn’t.

Because she wanted more.

And she knew they wouldn’t stop until she admitted it.

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