All Chapters of WHY CHOOSE?: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nadia;It started with Finn's mouth on my throat.We'd been on the couch for an hour, all four of us, the television saying something nobody was listening to. And then Finn's mouth found my throat and that was it — that was the whole thing, the match to the fuse, the room going from zero to charged in the space of a single exhale.His lips were warm and deliberate, tracing upward from my collarbone to just below my ear, his hand sliding into my hair and tilting my head to give him better access. I felt the graze of his teeth and my breath left me in a rush.Luke was on the floor in front of the couch. He looked up.His eyes went dark.He stood up.Cole was beside me and he turned at the movement, watching Luke cross the room with that quiet focused attention he gave everything, and I felt the shift in him — the specific alertness of someone whose body has decided something before their brain catches up.Luke sat on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of me. Knee to knee. He

New Story Alert**Ivy Sorrell didn't know she was collateral until she was standing on a stage.Sold by her own stepfamily to clear a debt she never knew existed, she expects to be bought like property and used like one. What she doesn't expect is the bidding war between three brothers who refuse to let anyone else win her — or the million-dollar price tag that makes her theirs before she's said a single word.Roman looks at her like she's already his prize to unwrap. Silas says nothing, watches everything, and misses nothing. Ezra is the one who leans in close and tells her she's safe — and she has no idea yet whether that's a promise or the cruelest lie of all.She was sold to disappear. Instead, the Kade brothers are about to make sure the whole world knows exactly who she belongs to.Three brothers. One auction. And a price that was never really about the money.CHAPTER ONEThe dress they put me in wasn't mine. Nothing in the last six months had been mine.It was ivory silk, cut l

"Rule one," he said. "You don't leave this house without one of us. Not the grounds. Not the front gate. Nowhere. If you try, you'll be found, and you won't enjoy what happens after."My hands were shaking in my lap. I pressed them flat against my thighs to make it stop."Rule two. You answer when you're spoken to, and you answer honestly. I'll know if you're lying to me. Everyone always thinks they're better at it than they are.""Rule three." Silas, without looking up from the folder. "You don't discuss this house, this family, or your circumstances with anyone outside it. Staff, deliveries, anyone. If it comes up, you say you're a guest. That's the only word you use.""A guest," I repeated, and the word tasted like a joke I didn't have the strength to laugh at."Rule four," Roman said, and his hand came up to my chin, tilting my face like he was checking for damage he might have missed earlier. "Your body belongs to this house the same as the rest of you does. All three of us. When

"Shut up," I whispered, and he laughed — actually laughed, low and rough against my skin — like nothing I said tonight was going to land the way I wanted it to.He didn't wait after that. He shifted, positioned himself, and pushed inside me in one hard stroke that stole the air straight out of my lungs. I cried out, and his hand came up to cover my mouth, not gentle, just efficient, like he'd expected the sound and had already decided he wasn't going to let it carry through the house."Quiet," he said against my ear. "Unless you want my brothers walking in early."The thought of that — of Silas and Ezra somewhere just outside that door, listening, waiting their turn — sent something sharp and confused through me, fear tangled up with a shame I didn't have a name for.He didn't go slow. He set a pace that had the headboard knocking against the wall within seconds, his hips snapping against mine with a kind of hunger that felt less like desire and more like something he was owed and had

"Don't mistake care for softness," he said, voice rough now, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise exactly the way Roman's had. "I said I wouldn't damage you unnecessarily. I didn't say I'd be gentle."The whiplash of it — kindness and cruelty in the same five minutes, from the same hands — left me more disoriented than anything Roman had done, because at least Roman had never pretended to be anything other than what he was.He fucked me like that for a long time, controlled even in his roughness, never once losing the rhythm he'd set, watching my face the entire time like he was still checking, still measuring, still deciding something about me with every reaction he pulled out of my body. My third orgasm of the night crested slow and then broke all at once, and I heard myself say his name without meaning to, and something crossed his face when I did — quick, unreadable, gone before I could name it."Again," he said, voice tight now, his own control finally starting to