Page 73 of Silent Oaths
WhenIlook down, the view almost sends me into rapture.
Maxwell, sucking on my clit, andJulian, fucking me with his tongue.
“Ohmy fuckingGod,”Iwail, overcome with desire.I’mso fucking close,Ican barely make a coherent thought.
Julianremoves his tongue, andIimmediately feel the void.
Afew seconds later,Maxwellreleases me too, and they exchange a look, something unspoken passing between them, like an electric current crackling in the air.Fora moment, it’s as if the entire room disappears, and it’s just the two of them.Theireyes lock, neither of them saying a word.
Maxwell’shand reaches up to cupJulian’sjaw, their faces mere inches apart.They’reso close, bodies touching.
Then, almost in slow motion,Maxwellleans in, his lips brushing againstJulian.
Juliandoesn’t pull away.Instead, he deepens the kiss, a deep hunger pulsing between them.
Ican’t stop watching.Idon’t want to.Theirkiss, the way they come together—so fluid and natural—it’s almost too much.It’snot just the kiss itself, but the way it makes me feel.Mychest tightens asItry to breathe, but the air feels thick.
I’mso fucking turned on.
Aftera few moments, they break apart, bringing their faces back to my center.Atthe same time, they put their mouths on my pussy.
Together, they lick my clit, their tongues tangling while bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Holyshit,”Imutter, unable to process whatI’mfeeling.I’venever experienced anything as electrifying in my life.
Amixture of groans and moans fill the air, my orgasm building by the second.
Unableto focus on anything butMaxwellandJulianbringing me to my climax,Iclose my eyes, reveling in the sensation of having the two brothers on their knees for me.Thetension, the power—it all arouses me.
Igrit my teeth, my fingers curling against the chains binding me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”Ichant, my orgasm begging to break free.
AndIlet it.
Ascream rips from my throat whenIcome violently, my entire body convulsing asIlet my inhibitions go.Mybody is consumed by them, the kiss, everything happening around me.It’seuphoric.
WhenI’vefinally come down from the high, a tear slips down my cheek, but it’s not from pain.
It’sfrom the sheer weight of everythingIcan’t control.
Ihate them for doing this to me, for putting me in this position, but a small part of me is captivated.
Andthat terrifies me.
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Isabelis completely wrecked.
She’shanging limp from the fixture, wrists and ankles still bound, her body slack with exhaustion.Iknow just beneath that trembling surface, her mind is still spinning, trying to make sense of what she’s become.
Whatwe’ve made her.
Ipush off the chair, rolling my shoulders asImake my way to her.Mybrothers watch in silence, knowing better than to interrupt.I’velet them have their fun, let them push her, break her down.Thismoment is mine.
Ireach for her, my hands trailing over her damp, overheated skin.Sheshudders at the contact, a quiet whimper slipping past her lips.Ismirk.Evennow, with her body spent and her limbs weak, she’s still so damn responsive.
“Lookat you,Siren,”Imurmur, my fingers sliding up her sides, feeling the way she jolts under my touch. “Completelyundone.”
