Page 18 of Blackwell Manor: A Lesson in Submission

A desperate, helpless moan slipped past Isabella’s lips, and Lillian grinned, victorious.

She turned Isabella’s face toward her, eyes dark and knowing.

“Say it.”

Isabella shook her head, trembling, breaking apart.

Lillian kissed her, slow and deep, pulling her closer, dragging her deeper into the abyss she’d been trying so hard to escape.

And then—

A voice.

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Elias’s Final Push

“She doesn’t need to say it.”

Isabella froze.

Lillian pulled back, smiling against Isabella’s lips, but she didn’t look surprised.

As if she had known he was watching the whole time.

Isabella turned her head slowly, pulse slamming in her throat, and found Elias standing in the doorway.

Dark. Commanding. Unshakable.

His gaze was locked onto her.

Only her.

Lillian slid off the bed, moving toward him, fingers trailing across his chest as she passed.

“She’s ready,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his jaw before slipping out of the room.

And then—it was just them.

Elias and Isabella.

Her body trembled under the weight of his stare.

Her breathing was shallow, unsteady, wrecked.

And he knew.

He knew she was already his.

But still, he waited.

He gave her one last chance to run.

One last chance to deny what she had already admitted with her body, with her moans, with the way she melted under his wife’s touch.

One last chance to fight.

But Isabella?

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