20. Oliver

His Isobel

She had been missing for six hours.

Sixhours.

Oliver paced their room frantically; he was long since past the point of rational thought. Yara decided it best to get on a flight, leaving shortly after being used as a distraction. If Yara weren't already halfway back home to California. She would be dead.

"Milo found the room." Maddox's words broke through Oliver's inner plans of premeditated murder. "There's something else too."

Oliver glanced at the message Maddox received and cursed, one problem at a time though.

"Her room is on this floor? Are you fucking kidding me?" Oliver marched out of theirs and down the hallway, continuing his rampage until he found the one she was in. He didn't wait for Maddox. He kicked the door open in one attempt.

His Isobel shot up from the bed.

Oliver took less than a moment to investigate her surroundings. He was towering over her in five seconds. Ten seconds later she was over his shoulder. Sixty seconds after that, he was tossing her onto his bed back in his room.

"What the fuck?" Isobel seethed. "I was perfectly fine."

Maddox stepped into the room, ended his call, and joined Oliver at his side. "Hotel has been notified of an accident. We will be left alone." Maddox turned his attention to Isobel. "What have you done?"

"You both keep forgetting I am a grown adult! I can be out of your sight for more than a day without you calling the fucking bomb squad. I don't need this!" Isobel went to get up, but it was too late. She wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

Oliver's hands shot out, keeping her on the bed and he watched as her sleep dress rode up, exposing her swollen pussy. "Who touched you? What did you do?" Oliver's worry and rage redirected to Isobel. He snatched her sleep dress off her body and took in the sight of her.

Hickeys adorned the left side of her neck. Bruises lined her hips and neck, the clear indentation of fingers. He saw red.

"What the fuck!?" Isobel screeched attempting to cover herself. "You aren't the boss of me!"

Oliver's dick jerked in his pants. Anytime she called him boss, it riled him up.

Oliver knew another man had been inside her hours prior, but he didn't care. It was time. He gave Maddox a nod and Maddox returned it. They began to strip.

"What is going on? I need to shower and get dressed!" Isobel continued to fight against Oliver, but he held her wrists in one hand and finished unbuttoning his pants with the other.

"We wanted to wait until you were ready, but you forced our hand. Do you understand me?" His pants now pushed to the ground, he brought his free hand to her face, squeezing it.

"What is going on? Is this some sort of joke?" Isobel's typical ferocity turned unsure.

Maddox walked in just his boxers to the bed on the opposite side. "You are ours. No more other men. Do you understand me?"

Isobel jerked in Oliver's grip, turning to face Maddox. "No, I really don't understand. I get that you both are angry, but you're going a bit far." Her voice now quivered with uncertainty.

"We are not going ‘a bit far.' Do you not understand what you do to me? To both of us? How much it hurts every time you allow another shithead into your life? Enough is enough, Ellie. I wanted to give you time to understand on your own, to realize that all you needed was right before your eyes." Maddox paused to let out a heavy shuddering breath. He stroked the side of her face in a soft caress.

Oliver watched the interaction, he suspected his jealousy might bubble up, but it didn't. Instead, his dick turned to steel.

"But you are so incredibly dense! You are the most sexy, confident woman I know, except when it comes to men. When it comes to us, especially. So, no Ellie we are not going ‘a bit far.' In fact, we haven't gone nearly far enough." On that last note, Maddox reached forward and in one fell swoop, slipped his fingers into Isobel's cunt. "It seems the last man left something behind. I'll have to fix that."

Isobel's mouth formed an o and Oliver shoved her back on the bed, she was only halfway up and her legs dangled off the end. The sight had Oliver's throat drying. His imagination was nothing compared to this. The images through a screen couldn't compare. His Isobel laid bare in their control? Fuck. He was past ready. He needed her.

"You have five seconds to stop this. We know your safeword," Maddox warned her, freeing his already erect dick from his boxers and positioning himself.

"Stop what? My safeword? Why would I need to use that? You haven't explained anything. What do you mean I need to open my eyes? I thought you both friendzoned—" Maddox cut her off by slamming his dick into her open mouth.

"Time's up sweetheart, now listen close." Oliver spoke the words while pushing her face up and squeezing her mouth open for Maddox's cock to continue his furious strokes into her mouth. "You have always looked up to me, I know you did. You think I am some perfect man, but I'm not. I never have been. I am a selfish man, I kept you as close to me as I possibly could. I track your phone, I watch you through those cameras you installed, I follow your every move. You are my obsession, Isobel. You're lucky that Maddox came along to help me with my self-control, otherwise you would have been locked away years ago. Away from the world's, and every other man's, prying eyes. I hope you learn that quickly because once I have you this one time, there will be no escaping me again. I will be imprinted in your skin. In every breath you take. In every movement you make. It will be because I allowed you to. But I can promise you one thing, while you may be my obsession, I am your servant."

Tears slowly formed in Isobel's eyes, and she began to struggle, Maddox pulled out to allow her a few moments of breath before he invaded her, choking her again.

"You are ours. We let you go out and have your fun, but this was too far. You went too far. So now? You're going to take us both." Oliver snarled the last of his words out, shedding the rest of his clothes and gripping his cock in his hand.

Maddox once more withdrew from Isobel's swollen lips allowing her another moment to breathe.

The confusion and shock on Isobel's face slowly morphed to understanding. "Cameras? My room? I thought you were just keeping me safe. I didn't realize, I never knew." She looked between the men. "Why didn't either of you tell me? Why hadn't you said anything before?" She was eerily calm in her questions. "Maddox, we kissed. Oliver, you know I had a crush on you. Why did you wait all this time?"

Oliver's face turned almost menacing. "You weren't ready. Do you think if we told you this years ago, you would have accepted this? Allowed us both to touch you like this? I may not be a good man, but I only wanted you if you were willing. If you were ready."

"I guess…I guess not," Isobel stuttered the words, but she wasn't trying to run and escape.

Oliver watched her carefully. She may not notice it, but she was slowly leaning into both of the men.

"That doesn't explain you though, Maddox."

Maddox grunted. "We made an agreement. If we had not, Oliver would not have allowed me in your orbit."

Oliver shrugged. "He's not wrong. But now here we are exactly where we want you. We can figure out the rest later. For now? I've waited long enough. I refuse to wait any longer."

His Isobel still scrunched her brows in confusion, but a slow, sultry smile grew on her face. "Okay, whatever this is, let's do it. But you promise to stop if it's too much?"

Oliver could not contain himself and he leaned down pushing his lips to hers. "We promise."

"Of course, baby girl, I would never do anything you didn't want." Maddox bent down and picked up a piece of paper that had fallen to the floor. "But look what I found in that room, what a naughty Ellie. It appears there's quite a bit you do want."

Oliver snatched the paper from Maddox's hand, and as he read, a sinister grin grew on his lips. "Seems we're going to have to test those boundaries."