LOGINEden’s POVThe wind on the jagged northern tip of the island was a physical weight, pushing against my chest and whipping the heavy silk of my robe around my bare legs. Luca walked a few paces ahead of me, his boots crunching on the white gravel path that hugged the sheer, terrifying drop of the cliffs. Below us, the Atlantic was a churning cauldron of turquoise and white foam, smashing against the rocks with a roar that vibrated through the soles of my feet.I didn’t feel the vertigo I should have. I didn’t feel the urge to step back from the ledge. Instead, the heights felt exactly the same way the men did—massive, dangerous, and something I wanted to throw myself into completely. I watched the way Luca’s linen shirt clung to the muscles of his back, his shoulders broad and steady against the gale. He moved with the ease of someone who owned the air he breathed."Stop here," Luca said, turning around abruptly.We were at the very edge, the precipice only inches from his heels. He st
Eden’s POVThe sun hit the master suite with a blinding, horizontal spike, but I didn’t turn away from it. I stretched against the pillows, savouring the heavy, throbbing ache that radiated from my core. Every muscle in my body felt used and occupied, a constant physical reminder of the six men who had claimed me. I ran my hands over the dark bruises on my thighs and the raw skin of my wrists. I didn't want the marks to fade; they were trophies of a night that had finally given me the intensity I’d been craving.I opened my eyes and stared at the mirrored ceiling. My hair was a wild mess, but I looked more alive than I ever had during a finance lecture. I was alone in the massive circular bed, but the scent of them was everywhere—musk, expensive scotch, and the salt of the Atlantic. They had handled me while I was dead to the world, stripping away the ruined black silk and replacing it with crisp, white linen that felt like ice against my sensitised skin.I sat up, the movement sendin
Eden’s POVThe metal of the headboard rattled as Daniel and Silas reached for the locks. Two sharp clicks echoed through the glass suite, and the pressure on my wrists vanished. My arms fell heavily to the black silk, useless and numb. The blood rushed back into my fingers with a stinging heat that made me flinch, but I couldn't even lift my hands to rub the deep, purple grooves the steel had carved into my skin."Legs," Daddy commanded.Jonas and Felix moved to the foot of the bed. They unbuckled the leather restraints from my ankles. The tension that had been holding my hips apart for hours finally snapped. My legs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive as they flopped inward. I tried to pull my knees together to hide the ruin of my body, but my muscles were too spent to obey. I lay there, vibrating with a fine palsy, leaking the combined seed of the six men onto the expensive fabric."Get the water," Daddy said.Luca walked toward the en-suite bathroom, returning a moment later wit
Eden’s POVThe weight of the Schmidt bloodline was a physical pressure deep in my gut, a heavy, shifting heat that reminded me I was no longer an individual. I was a vessel, saturated and branded by the men who had already taken their turn. My wrists were numb against the steel, my shoulders ached from being pinned, and my legs were locked in a permanent, trembling stretch. The black silk beneath me was ruined, soaked with the evidence of five claims. The salt air from the open balcony mixed with the heavy, musky scent of the room, making every breath a reminder of my possession.Then, the final shadow moved.Luca stepped out of the circle. As the youngest, he had been forced to watch every second of the rotation, his eyes tracking every thrust and every scream. He didn't have the seasoned authority of Daddy or the calculated aggression of his uncles. He moved restlessly, and that made my skin crawl in a completely different way. He walked toward the bed, his hand already tight around
Eden’s POVThe weight of the previous claims felt like lead inside my gut. I was a saturated vessel, my skin painted with the sweat and salt of the Schmidt men who had already taken their fill. Every time I tried to draw a full breath, the scent of them filled my lungs, thick and inescapable. My wrists were numb where the steel bit into the bone, and my legs were locked so wide that the muscles had begun to tremble with a fine palsy. I was a ruined landscape of red marks and drying fluids, waiting for the next storm to break over me.Felix was the one to move this time.He didn't have the coldness of Silas or the ritualistic energy of Jonas. He stepped out of the shadows with a raw hunger that seemed to vibrate off his skin. He didn’t stop at the foot of the bed to watch or wait. He walked straight to the side of the mattress, his naked body looking like iron under the dim lights of the villa. His cock was a heavy, dark weapon, pulsing with every step he took, already slicked with a t
Eden’s POVThe black sheets were a swamp of fluids. My wrists were raw from the steel cuffs, and my legs still locked so wide the muscles in my inner thighs felt like they were tearing from the bone. I lay there, open and exposed, the combined weight of Daddy, Daniel, and Silas leaking out of my heat. The room was silent except for the heavy thumping of the Atlantic against the cliffs below.Jonas stepped forward. He didn’t look at my face; he looked at the slick mess coating my thighs. He stood at the foot of the bed, naked and hard. He reached down and gripped his own cock, rubbing it so fast that it made the veins on his forearm stand out. He spat into his palm, slicking himself with his own saliva, and started pumping his dick harder. He was close to the edge before he even touched me. A low groan escaped him as thick pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock, dripping onto the floor.He climbed onto the bed without a word. There was no foreplay. He didn't touch my skin with his ha
Eden’s POVThe morning light poured through the curtains, soft and golden, but nothing about it felt warm. I sat up slowly in bed, my eyes heavy and swollen from the night before. My cheek still throbbed faintly from Lilian’s slap, but that pain was background noise compared to the hollow ache sitt
Eden's POVI left it unlocked on purpose. I knew it was Daniel. The groceries in the fridge that I never bought, the sheets that suddenly smelled fresh when I hadn’t washed them, the mirror that no longer had streaks even though I never touched it. It wasn’t just in my head. He’d been coming here.
Daniel’s POVThe file stayed open on my desk for exactly eight seconds. Eight.That was all it took for the address to burn itself into my brain like a brand pressed against hot skin.Street.Building.Unit.That was it. No fluff. No bullshit. No sentimental nonsense about her job, her schedule, or
Eden’s POVMorning light spilled through the thin blinds of my apartment in pale golden stripes, cutting across the cracked ceiling and sliding slowly down the wall like it was testing the space before fully committing to it. Dust floated lazily in the beam, dancing like tiny fireflies. I blinked a







