Chapter 8
Ryan grew tired of bealing her. He stared at Isla’s bruised and swollen face, irritation churning in his churst
“You guys watch her. I’m going to fund Emma.”
“After ten years together, she’ll soften up if I beg her. She always does”
When Ryan tracked me down again, I was training at an overseas swimming team facility. The moment I stepped outside, there he was–beating the entrance.
“Emma, I know I was wrong. This is all Isla’s fault–she drove a wedge between us.”
“Can we go back to how things were? I’ll apologize publicly. Please forgive me.”
I looked down at him as staff members from the training facility gathered to watch the spectacle. I walked over slowly and slapped him wa the face without saying a word.
“Ryan, how do you still have the nerve to beg me? I never want to see your face again!”
“Stop putting on this pathetic act. It makes me sick.”
I ignored his pleas and had security drag him away.
While Ryan knelt begging for my forgiveness, Isla was already plotting her escape. She huddled by the bed, anxiety eating at her as the wonder med when Ryan would return. If he came back and beat her again, she might not survive.
Her gaze fell on Liam nearby. At the moment, only the two of them were in the bedroom.
She crawled toward his legs on her hands and knees, pressing her full breasts against his thigh.
“Liam, my hands hurt so much. Can you untie me?”
She raised her bound hands–the rope had cut deep enough to draw blood at her wrists.
Liam’s eyes swept over her exposed cleavage. He hesitated.
Isla saw hope and pressed herself closer against him.
“Please untie me, Liam. I promise I won’t run!”
Half of Isla’s hips were now straddling Liam’s body. He’d always had a crush on her, and his resolve was already weakening.
He steadied her as she climbed onto him, about to untie the ropes when Ryan’s words suddenly echoed in his mind. He grabbed Isla roughly.
“If you want me to let you go, show me how you seduce old men first.”
Isla’s body stiffened, then she forced a smile. She knelt on the bed with her legs spread, looking back at Liam with pitiful eyes.
She struggled to hike her dress up to her waist. She lifted her chest and leaned toward Liam’s mouth.
When he didn’t react, Isla bent down and used her teeth to undo his belt. Her head buried between his legs, she could feel his breathing grow heavy and ragged.
A large bulge formed under Liam’s suit pants. Isla’s voice turned deliberately seductive: “Fuck me, big brother.”
Liam was shocked by her actions. Back in the swim team, she’d always been proud and aloof–he’d never seen this wanton side of her.
He’d been skeptical of what Ryan said while beating Isla, but seeing her like this shattered every filter he’d had ab
Isla’s thighs couldn’t support her weight and began trembling. Her panties were already soaked.
She used her bound hands to guide his hand to her thigh. “Liam, you know what to do.”
- 77.
Chapter 8
“Slutty woman!”
Liam fought back his anger and unzipped her dress. Isla panted softly, her chest rising and falling,
Her full breasts spilled out of her sexy bra, exposed before Liam. He channeled all his rage about his canceled competition results onto Ida’s chorin
“Ah…”
Isla’s moans instantly attracted the two teammates standing guard outside. They burst through the door, shocked at the scene before them.
“You two…”
Someone’s hand reached for Isla’s full breasts–no one could tell whose.
Multiple hands caressed Isla’s body until she went weak and pliant. She pressed against Liam’s neck, mouth half open as she panted.
“Good brothers, please untie Isla.”
