Page 110 of Silent Oaths

Reachingout,ItakeMaxwell’sknife, still slick with her blood, and carefully cut through the ropes that bind her.Shesways immediately, nearly collapsing into my waiting arms.

Gently,Ilower her onto the soft, mossy ground, settling above her.Iwant to watch every reaction asIunravel her completely.

Shegazes up at me, trust, and need shining clearly in her eyes, andIknow tonight,I’llcapture another memory ofIsabelI’llnever forget.

Irub the tip of my cock against her swollen clit, and her body jerks.Then,Ipush inside her wet and warm cunt.

“You’reso beautiful,Isabel,”Iwhisper softly, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead as her cheeks flush.

Imove forward slowly, claiming her with tenderness.Herfingers find their way to my back, gripping tightly, holding on like she’ll never let go.

“Keeplooking at me, corazón.Iwant to watch every moment of you falling apart.”

Oureyes remain locked.

“Youfeel so fucking good, mi amor,”Iwhisper. “Areyou ready to come for me?”

Shenods, never breaking my gaze, letting me see every shiver, every soft cry that leaves her lips asIguide her closer to the edge.

“Yes, please,Julian,” she whimpers. “I’mso full.”

Ifuck her at a steady pace as she shatters beneath me, screaming my name.Ifollow right behind, knowing in my heartI’llspend the rest of my life memorizing every inch of her.

IliftIsabelgently, supporting her weight asIcarefully help her sit upright.Sheimmediately leans into me, exhausted yet content.

“Youdid so well, corazón,”Imutter softly against her ear, pressing a tender kiss to her temple.

Maxwellsteps closer to brush a gentle hand down her back, teasing but affectionate. “Ourperfect little starling.”

Theodorecrouches so he’s eye-level withIsabel.Hecups her chin gently, tilting her gaze toward his. “Andyou’ll always be our siren.”

Isabel’slips curl into a soft, exhausted smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “Always.”

BONUS EPILOGUE

ISABEL

Thefirst timeIwore a mermaid costume,Ididn’t knowIwas walking into the jaws of a legacy soaked in blood and obsession.

Ididn’t knowI’dsurvive it.

Thistime,Iwear it like armor… and bait.

I’min a seafoam slip dress again—even thinner and sluttier than the last.Pearlsglint between my breasts.Theskirt rides high, and my thighs still bear the bruised fingerprints of the three brothers.

Madhouseis still empty—just us upstairs in the playroom.TheHalloweenparty doesn’t start for another hour, but the air already tastes like smoke, sweat, and sin.Candlesflicker in rusted sconces, chains hang like ornaments from the ceiling, and leather straps dangle from theSaintAndrew’scross near the mirror.Theplayroom breathes darkness.Italways has.

Maxwellleans against the wall in black slacks and nothing else, his tattooed chest streaked in chaotic red, like claw marks dragged down over his heart.There’sglitter in his hair, and a blood-red grin painted on his mouth.Hisgaze drops and his tongue brushes across his bottom lip like he’s already tasting me.

Julianis a fallen angel, shadowy wings stretched across his back, black pants hanging low, his sculpted, inked torso dusted in silver.Asingle black chain hangs from his neck, glinting with a halo.Hewatches me likeI’msomething sacred and he’s deciding whether to worship me or tear me apart.

Theodoreis the devil himself.

Blackvelvet suit.Hornscurled low over his head.Tieundone.Eyessharp.Hismouth is stained from theIronVeilwhiskey he’s been nursing, and his gaze says:You'renot walking out of here unscathed.Hehasn’t stopped staring sinceIstepped into the room.

“Asiren luring monsters with a mouth too pretty for prayers and a body built to be bred,”Theodoresays, and my entire body shivers.

Maxwellwhistles. “Youtrying to get fucked right here in front of the mirror,Starling? ‘Causethat’s how you get ruined before the party even starts.”

Ismile. “WhatifIam,”Imurmur, stepping closer.

Theodoregrowls. “Thenget on the fucking bed.”