Chapter 36: O Vínculo Silencioso (R18)
Astrid, who at some point had stopped kissing him, now rested her head gently on Aziz’s shoulder, as if that casual gesture concealed an entire universe of silent intentions. Her eyes, half-lidded and calm, observed everything unfolding before her like a carefully choreographed play. The smile on her lips was enigmatic—subtle, restrained, yet filled with a mischievous kind of pleasure. She didn’t intervene. Didn’t say a word. She simply watched.
Like a goddess admiring her altar, Astrid was there—present and omniscient—while Isis carried out the climax of a performance that clearly hadn’t been improvised. The way she moved, the way she halted the pleasure at the very last second, the way she withdrew triumphantly toward the bed... it all had an almost cruel precision, as if it had been rehearsed before. And perhaps, it had.
Because the look in Astrid’s eyes wasn’t one of surprise.
It was the look of someone who knew. Someone who had allowed it. Or worse... someone who had planned it all.
It was, after all, a lesson.
A small one, aimed directly at Aziz, who now sat motionless, his senses still boiling, trying to understand the exact moment when he’d lost control—if he’d ever had it at all.
Well...
Jealous women are no joke.
Especially when those women are Astrid—his mother, the one who raised him with quiet devotion, who knows his impulses, hesitations, and weaknesses better than he knows them himself... And Isis, his lover, his ever-devoted maid, whose unwavering loyalty doesn’t stop her from being deliciously sadistic when she feels the need to teach. A woman who, even in silence, sees what others miss. Who watches everything. And acts with precision.
The two of them didn’t need to exchange words. Not in front of Aziz, at least. It was as if a silent pact had been made between them—a subtle alliance born from exchanged glances and a mutual, unspoken understanding.
And he, without even realizing, had become the centerpiece of that psychological game. The subject of the experiment. A body and mind put to the test.