Total Submission(26)

“Let’s go,” Isabelle says immediately. “I’m going crazy here for you.”

I stifle a growl. “Another hour, then we’ll leave,” I promise. “I want you naked and tied to the bed before the stroke of midnight.”

“I don’t remember that in Cinderella,” Isabelle laughs.

“Well, it’s not a glass slipper that’s going to fit you like a glove.” I lean in, murmuring hotly in her ear. “My cock is going to claim you, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up so good you’ll come screaming my name.”

Isabelle catches her breath. “You think everyone can tell?” she asks, turning back to the party. “That I’m drenched for you, desperate to feel you inside me?”

“They don’t even realize,” I promise. “It’s our little secret.” I place a possessive hand on her ass.

Then I catch sight of someone across the room, and every muscle in my body turns to stone.

Brent.

“No fucking way,” I growl, lunging through the crowd.

“What?” I hear Isabelle ask. “Wait, Cam, stop!”

I reach the front of the room and grab him by his collar, shoving him up against the wall. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand in a rage. “This is Isabelle’s party, and you’re not welcome!”

Brent gasps for air, his face turning bright red. “Put me down!” he wheezes. I shake him, hard, but then I feel a soft hand on my arm, pulling me back.

“Cam! Cam, please!”

I release him, and he stumbles to the ground. “It’s OK,” I promise Isabelle, “He’s leaving, right now. He won’t hurt you anymore.”

“It’s not me you have to worry about.” Brent gets his voice back. He stands straighter, looking at Isabelle with a sickeningly smug grin. “Happy birthday, sis. I brought you a surprise guest.”

“What are you talking about?” Isabelle clutches my arm.

Brent nods behind him, to where a stocky-looking man in a police uniform is watching the confrontation. “I told you, I don’t bluff.” Brent sneers. “Enjoy the rest of your life—behind bars.”

The cop steps forward. “I’m going to need you to come with me,” he says sternly.

I step in front of Isabelle. “No!” I growl. “She’s not going anywhere. What’s this about?”

“This is about your past catching up with you,” Brent answers smugly. “You think you could get away with it? Nobody crosses me!”

Another couple of cops enter the room, and now everyone’s looking at us.

Isabelle turns to me, tearful. “Cam…” she whispers, clearly terrified. “You promised…”

“It’ll be OK,” I promise her, my mind racing. “I swear, it’ll be OK.”

The cop moves to take her arm. He forces it behind her back, and handcuffs her. The cuffs are plain metal, and I’m sickened seeing them dig into Isabelle’s slender wrists.

“Isabelle Ashcroft, I’m arresting you on suspicion of murder.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

What happens next? Isabelle and Cam’s

story concludes in the explosive final installment

PERFECT SUBMISSION – out 2/2

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