27. Theodore
27
THEODORE
I sabel is completely wrecked.
She’s hanging limp from the fixture, wrists and ankles still bound, her body slack with exhaustion. I know just beneath that trembling surface, her mind is still spinning, trying to make sense of what she’s become.
What we’ve made her.
I push off the chair, rolling my shoulders as I make my way to her. My brothers watch in silence, knowing better than to interrupt. I’ve let them have their fun, let them push her, break her down. This moment is mine.
I reach for her, my hands trailing over her damp, overheated skin. She shudders at the contact, a quiet whimper slipping past her lips. I smirk. Even now, with her body spent and her limbs weak, she’s still so damn responsive.
“ Look at you, Siren ,” I murmur, my fingers sliding up her sides, feeling the way she jolts under my touch. “ Completely undone.”
Her head lolls forward, a few strands of hair sticking to the sheen of sweat on her face. I brush them away, tilting her chin up so she has no choice but to meet my gaze. Her pupils are blown wide, and there’s something hazy in her expression, like half awareness, half surrender.
I drag my thumb over her lower lip, pressing down just enough to make her gasp. “ You feel it, don’t you?” I whisper. “ The need to fight but the urge to give in. It’s intoxicating, isn’t it, Siren ?”
She shivers but doesn’t answer.
I exhale sharply, my restraint hanging by a thread. Watching her was torture. Every gasp, every twitch, every desperate plea had set my blood on fire. And now, she’s right here, completely at my mercy.
I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “ My turn.”
Her eyes widen, glinting with the instinct to argue. She’s too drained, though, and when I reach up to unfasten her restraints, she doesn’t fight me.
I catch her before she can slump forward, gathering her into my arms with ease. She’s trembling, her body boneless against mine, her breath coming in shallow pants against my throat as her scent clings to me.
The room is quiet, save for the distant noises of the masquerade ball continuing downstairs. Laughter , music, the occasional burst of cheers—they’re completely detached from what just happened here.
We exit the dark playroom, leaving Julian and Maxwell behind. This moment isn’t for them.
I push through the adjoining door into a bedroom with a large bed in the center, the sheets crisp and untouched.
It won’t stay that way for long.
Lowering Isabel onto the mattress, I watch as she sinks into it, her breath hitching when she feels the cool sheets against her fevered skin. She blinks up at me, disoriented, her limbs too weak to move.
I step back, dragging a hand through my hair as I take her in.
My mind reels with the sheer number of things I want to do to her.
The rise and fall of her chest is uneven, her lips still slightly parted, her thighs pressed together, as if she’s trying to hold onto what’s left of her sanity.
She won’t have it for much longer.
“ I’m going to take my time. Nice and slow. I’m going to finally make you mine.”
Isabel’s fingers twitch against the sheets. She’s still in there somewhere, that defiant little spark buried beneath the exhaustion, waiting to ignite.
“ See ,” I continue, slipping off my mask before shrugging out of my suit jacket, “ Maxwell and Julian love to play with you like a toy—tease you, push you, make you come undone just for the thrill. They take pleasure in breaking you apart.”
I unfasten the first button of my shirt, then another. Isabel watches me closely.
“ The difference,” I say, tilting my head as I step closer, “is that I don’t just want to play with you, Isabel .” I reach the last button and slip the shirt from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. “ I want to own you. Every part of you. Your body, your mind…” I trail my fingers along the edge of the bed, just barely brushing against her arm. “ Your soul.”
Isabel shudders, her mouth parting as if she wants to argue.
I smirk, reaching for her chin and tilting her face up to mine. “ And the best part?” My thumb drags over the soft curve of her jaw. “ You already know it’s inevitable.”
Her lips part just slightly beneath the weight of my touch. I can feel the battle waging inside her, see the last embers of resistance in those stormy eyes.
I brush my thumb over her lower lip, savoring the way her chest rises sharply beneath my touch. “ Fighting is useless.” I say in a near whisper, but the authority in my voice leaves no room for doubt. “ We both know how this ends.”
My fingers trace the sensitive skin where the marks from the restraints still linger.
A quiet chuckle rumbles in my chest as I trail my lips lower, down the slender column of her neck. I feel her pulse hammer beneath my mouth, fast and uneven.
My lips continue their path, grazing over her collarbone, down the delicate slope of her shoulder, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. She’s naked, stripped bare from when Maxwell tore her gown from her body, nothing left to hide her from me.
Her nipples are tight, her skin covered in goosebumps.
She’s beautiful like this.
Not just in the way she looks, though that alone could drive a man to ruin, but in the way she feels. So small, fragile, yet filled with more fire than anyone I’ve ever met.
I slide my palm down her arm, tracing the faint lines of tension in her muscles before wrapping my fingers around her wrist.
Then , I close my mouth around her breast, drawing her into my mouth. Isabel jolts, a sharp gasp slipping free, followed by a moan. I could get drunk off the sound alone.
I take my time, rolling my tongue over the sensitive peak, teasing, tasting, savoring. Each flick earns me a new sound, each slow drag of my teeth makes her body arch closer, chasing the sensation even as she tries to resist it.
I move to the other breast, tending to it with the same attention.
When I feel she has had enough, when her breath is ragged, her body pliant, I press one last, lingering kiss to her skin before continuing my path lower.
Down the center of her stomach.
Across the dip of her navel.
“ The way you react to me,” I murmur against her skin, “is fucking addictive.”
I drag my mouth lower, past the curve of her hip, my hands gripping her thighs as I spread them just a little wider.
Once I reach her mound, I take a deep inhale, soaking in her intoxicating scent. She smells like her orgasm from when Maxwell and Julian went down on her, and it’s making my cock hard.
I press my eager tongue to Isabel’s clit, and she trembles in response. Her arousal covers my mouth, and I revel in the sweetness of her pussy. “ Fuck , Isabel . You taste so fucking good.”
She’s still sensitive and swollen from her last climax, so I take my time, moving slowly as I gently rub circles with the tip of my tongue, then gently press my index finger inside her.
Isabel’s back arches off the bed, and a soft whimper escapes her lips. With beckoning movements, I apply pressure on her most sensitive spot while lapping at her clit, savoring each taste.
I focus on every moan and movement as I draw Isabel closer.
“ Yes , Theo , right there,” she whimpers when I suck on her clit, easing another finger into her pussy.
Her body is flailing on the bed, her breaths shallower and quicker, a clear sign she’s close.
I continue to feast on her, anticipation building in my core as I crave the chance to fully taste her, to watch as she unravels from my mouth alone.
My cock is painfully hard, and I’m itching to relieve the pressure. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, careful not to break my rhythm with Isabel , eager to free myself.
I wrap my free hand around myself and tug on the length as I bring Isabel to orgasm. I can’t help but groan into her pussy, finally feeling some reprieve as I somewhat ease the growing pressure swelling inside me.
Isabel soon becomes frantic. “ Fuck . Oh , God . I’m so close,” she whimpers.
I don’t stop until she comes all over my mouth, shaking like a leaf as her orgasm tears through her exhausted, drained body.
Her chest rises and falls, her eyes fighting to stay open, and a strange sense of contentment curls inside me. I want more of her. I want all of her. I’ve never felt this way before.
All the women I’ve been with don’t even come close to Isabel , to the way she consumes every part of me, as if I can’t get enough, no matter how much I take.
It also unsettles me. It’s dangerous. I can’t afford to get distracted when everything with Vanguard is at stake. I can’t let her get to me like this. But the way Isabel responds to me and makes me feel… I can’t see an ending to this story.
I shake those thoughts away and watch her.
“ You don’t even realize how fucking breathtaking you are, do you?” I say, my thumb brushing the delicate bones of her hips. “ Every time I look at you, I wonder how something so fierce could ever end up right here, with me.”
I lean down, my lips brushing against hers, barely a whisper of contact before I pull back just enough to see her eyes. The intensity in them mirrors my own.
There’s a rawness there, a vulnerability I didn’t expect, and it only makes me want her more.
I capture her mouth with mine, the kiss deep and slow, the intensity of it feeling like the world is collapsing around us. Her lips are soft, tasting like the remnants of a kiss I never want to end, but now, there’s an urgency to it. She presses into me, meeting my hunger with her own, as if we’re both trying to make sense of this maddening, undeniable pull between us.
Not wasting another moment, I shrug my trousers and briefs off and position myself above Isabel , angling my hard cock at her soaked entrance.
“ I’m going to fuck you now, Isabel .” I don’t say anything more, almost needing something unspoken from her. I don’t want to make a further move until I can see it in her eyes.
I want her to choose me.
My fingers hover near her face, gently brushing a strand of hair from her cheek and tracing her skin.
Then , I see it: the softness in her gaze, a signal that she wants this as much as I do.
I grab onto my length and push into her, hard. Isabel lets out a yelp, followed by a loud moan, as I fill her with my cock.
“ Fuck ,” I groan, my eyes never leaving hers.
Pinning her arms above her head, I begin to pound into her relentlessly, as if I’ll never get the chance to do this again.
The sound of our bodies coming together echoes in the room, sending a shrill of pleasure down my spine. “ Your pussy is soaked and so tight. Like . A . Fucking . Glove .” I grunt each word between thrusts as her walls tighten around me and she screams at the top of her lungs.
I release her wrists, and her hands immediately claw at my back, her nails digging into my skin.
“ Is this what you wanted, Siren ?” I pull out, letting the tip of my cock rub over her clit before I slam in again. “ You wanted me to claim you, take what’s mine and leave you never the same again?”
Isabel parts her lips to respond, but I press my mouth on top of hers instead, silencing her as continue to fuck her into oblivion.
When I let go of the kiss, I add, “ Just remember this, Isabel : no matter how many times I let my brothers play with you… You .” Thrust . “ Belong .” Thrust . “ To .” Thrust . “ Me .”
I move in and out of Isabel at a steady, hard pace, drawing out the most delectable hums and mewls.
“ Come for me, Siren . Then , I’m going to fill you up, over and over again, until your perfect cunt is full and leaking my seed,” I whisper in her ear.
Every time I look at Isabel , I feel a strange pull, like she’s a magnet to my soul. A primal part of me wants to breed her repeatedly, binding her to me time and again until she’s overflowing with my cum.
Isabel trembles beneath me, her body taut with anticipation.
Switching positions, I flip her over onto her knees, and she gasps as I penetrate her again from behind, rutting into her hard enough to draw her orgasm out.
“ Oh my God ,” Isabel moans. “ Fuck , Theo . I’m coming.”
My cock pulses at her words, the anticipation slowly killing me. I can’t wait to fill her up.
Isabel’s walls clench around me, almost spasming as she reaches her climax.
Just when her pleasure starts to subside, I pick up the pace and release inside her, feeling the hot ropes jet out of my cock into her tight hole.
Isabel’s body seems to pulse in time with every motion.
When we’ve both come down from our electrifying high, I smirk while catching my breath.
I turn Isabel around to face me and move closer, not wanting the space between us to linger too long, so I catch her lips with mine in a searing kiss.
“ It’s not over, Isabel ,” I murmur, and she turns her head slightly, eyes locking onto mine. There’s something more in the way she looks at me now. I can feel her tension, the way her body still reacts to my touch, like it’s also waiting for more, even if she won’t admit it.
“ Relax ,” I say softly. “ We’ve got all night, and I’m going to make sure I take advantage of every second.”
While the masquerade ball is still happening downstairs, the sound of music and laughter drifting faintly through the walls, I fuck Isabel .
I fuck her over and over again until she’s a wilting flower and filled to the brim.
Until she’s reduced to nothing but trembling limbs, and I have to carry her out, taking her home and tucking her into bed.
I slip in behind her, finally allowing myself to rest next to a woman who has not only caught my attention, but my heart.