Page 100 of Silent Oaths
“Youshould hate me,Isabel.Aftereverything we’ve put you through.”
Iswallow, the confession burning at my throat. “Iwanted to.Itried.But…”
Hewaits patiently, eyes never leaving mine. “Sayit,Siren.”
Mybreath stalls, heartbeat thrashing in my chest.BeforeIcan respond,Theodorereaches for me, his fingers gently pinching my chin, lifting my face toward him.Hebrings his lips dangerously close to mine, hovering there, temptation hanging between us like a fragile thread.
“Tellme how you really feel about me,” he whispers roughly, eyes dark, hungry, vulnerable all at once. “Ineed to hear it.”
I’munraveling beneath his stare.EverywallI’vebuilt crumbles to dust.
“Ilove you,”Iadmit shakily, my voice trembling, heart cracking wide open.
Iglance down, ashamed of the truth spilling from my mouth, beforeIforce myself to meet his eyes again.
“Ilove you, even though you took me against my will.Eventhough you locked me up, took away my freedom—Ican’t help it.”
Myvision blurs slightly, butIpush on, desperate for him to understand. “Yougave me somethingInever could’ve found on my own.”
Heinhales sharply, his grip tightening just a fraction. “What’sthat?” he whispers.
Iswallow hard, my chest burning. “Aplace to belong.”
Theodore’slips crash to mine beforeIcan draw another breath, hungry and consuming, stealing all coherent thoughts.
Hebreaks the kiss only long enough to speak, his breath hot against my mouth. “IthinkI’vebeen in love with you from the momentIfirst saw you through those cameras,” he confesses roughly, pressing another deep kiss against my lips. “Halloweennight, in that mermaid costume, looking like the most delectable siren.”
Ashiver runs through my body, and my pulse spikes at his admission.
Then, he drops to his knees before me.
Hishands slide up my thighs as he looks up at me, eyes dark with desperation. “Iknow whatIdid,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “Thelies.Themanipulation.Theway we took you—howItreated you.Idon’t deserve an ounce of your forgiveness.”Hishands tremble slightly against my skin. “ButI’mbegging you to forgive me,Isabel.NotbecauseIwant to erase whatIdid, but becauseIcan’t breathe knowingIbroke something so sacred between us.Yourtrust.”Hepresses a kiss to my stomach, his forehead resting against me. “TellmeIhaven’t ruined it all.Tellme there’s still a chance to make it right”Helooks up at me again. “Letme earn you.”
Ireach out, brushing my fingers along the edge of his jaw. “Ihate that you make me feel like this. “Ihate that even after everything,Istill fell in love with you.You’rethe one personIcan’t seem to let go of.”
Hepushes me backward until my back hits the plush fabric of the couch, and then he positions himself above me, caging me in with his body.Myfingers clutch desperately at his shoulders, needing something solid to hold onto as his mouth explores mine again, drawing me deeper into the storm that isTheodoreWhitmore.
There’sno going back now, andIdon’t want to.
Hisbody presses me deeper into the couch, his weight warm and reassuring above me.Iwrap my legs around his waist instinctively, pulling him even closer as heat builds between us.
Theodorekisses along my jaw, down my neck, his voice raw and honest against my skin. “I’vespent every day since convincing myselfIcould control this, control you.Butyou’re the one who ended up controlling me.”
Aquiet gasp escapes me at his confession, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.Ithread my fingers into his hair, urging his mouth back to mine, needing to taste the truth of his words.
“Idon’t regret any of it,”Iwhisper fiercely, the words tumbling out like an unstoppable wave. “Iwouldn’t change a thing if it means ending up right here, with you.”
Hegroans, deep and primal, as he grinds his hips into mine, the friction sending a rush of desire straight through me.Ourkisses become frantic, urgent, each one deeper, needier than the last, as if we’re trying to erase every painful memory between us and rewrite them into something softer, something better.
Hishands roam my body, possessive yet reverent, as he whispers dark, worshipful promises into my skin. “I’llspend the rest of my life making sure you never regret choosing me,Siren, even if it destroys me.”
Theodorelifts my dress up and tears off my panties, stuffing the wet fabric into my mouth. “I’mgoing to need you to be quiet, baby.”
Heunbuckles his belt, quickly pulling his zipper down to free his hard cock.
Mymouth salivates, the craving to feel him inside me almost unbearable.
Hepositions himself at my entrance.Inthis moment, withTheodoreabove me, his breath mingling with mine, his heartbeat echoing my own,IrealizeI’venever felt safer—or more dangerously alive—in my entire life.
