All Chapters of Taken by my stepfathers: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Eden’s POVThe house was empty, or at least as empty as a fortress of this size ever got. Daniel and Silas had left for a secure meeting at the docks, something about a shipment that had been flagged by customs, leaving the estate under a heavy, stifling layer of silence. I didn’t want to think about me belonging to the two of them or the blood that had been scrubbed from the foyer floor. My head was spinning with the logistics of my own life, and the walls of the master suite felt like they were closing in on me.I walked out to the pool terrace. The midday sun was high, turning the water into a sheet of polished turquoise. I stripped off my clothes right there on the stone, letting the fabric fall in a heap. I didn't care anymore. This family had no shame, no boundaries, and no secrets that weren't shared between the brothers, so I decided to stop caring too. I dived into the water, the shock of the cold against my bare skin the only thing that felt honest in a world built on mirror

Eden’s POVThe dining room was a long, dark stretch of polished wood that looked like a runway for a sacrifice. There were no tablecloths, no flowers, and no candles. There was only the harsh light from the chandelier reflecting off the faces of the men surrounding me. Daniel sat to my right, Silas to my left, and Luca across from me. But the head of the table was occupied by a man who looked like the original blueprint. He was older, his hair a shock of silver, but his shoulders were as broad as Daniel's, and his eyes held the same jagged edge as Silas’s.I looked around the table and realised that the lack of shame in this house was absolute. Every man sitting at the table was completely naked. They sat in their high-backed chairs with their chests bare and their dicks resting against the dark wood or heavy against their thighs. As the steam from the food rose, so did the scent of raw masculinity. I could see them, the brothers, sons—all in various states of arousal just from the pr

Eden’s POVThe cold from the sushi was gone, replaced by the suffocating, humid heat of the master suite’s massive stone jacuzzi. I was shaking, my body wound so tight I felt like I might snap. The transition from the dining table to the water had been a blur of heavy hands and silent commands. I looked at the men surrounding me in the steaming pool. I knew Daniel and Silas, the twins who had started this descent. I knew Felix, the younger brother with the glazed, heavy-lidded eyes. I knew the grandfather, the patriarch I had just called "Daddy" to seal my submission. And I knew Luca, the heir who watched me with the calm intensity of a man who had seen this play out a hundred times before.But there was still one problem: the other brother. The one from the hallway who had looked at me with bored eyes and called me a toy. I still didn’t know his name. As he stepped into the steaming water, his heavy erection cutting through the surface like a dorsal fin, I realised I didn't care. I j

Eden’s POVJonas was gone as quickly as he had appeared. One moment he was a heavy, pulsing weight on top of me, and the next, the forest air was cold against my sweat-slicked skin. I lie in the dirt for a heartbeat, my breath coming in jagged hitches, listening to the sound of his retreat. He didn’t look back. He had taken his share, marked me with his name, and left me for the others to find. I was a mess—covered in soil, Jonas's seed, and the sharp scent of the hunt—but I wasn’t done. I forced myself up, my muscles aching, and crawled deeper into a dense cluster of brambles. I had to keep hiding. That was the protocol.The silence of the woods returned. My pussy was throbbing, already sensitised from Jonas’s assault, and the cool air biting at my wet thighs only made the heat inside me burn hotter. I sat in the darkness, my back pressed against a damp rock, waiting for the next set of footsteps. I didn't have to wait long.I heard someone approaching, but the movement was different

Eden's POVThe stone jacuzzi was a massive, steaming basin of heat that felt like a sanctuary after the brutality of the woods. I floated in the centre, my limbs heavy and my mind hovering in a state of post-coital shock. I was a map of the Schmidt bloodline. I could feel Jonas’s cooling seed inside me, Silas’s mark on the side of my neck, and the dual weight of Daniel and the father still pulsing through my veins. They sat around the perimeter like stone idols, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and water, their eyes fixed on me with terrifying satisfaction.The silence of the room was broken by the heavy thud of the sliding glass doors.I didn't have to look to know who it was. The air in the room shifted, growing tense with a new kind of aggression. Felix and Luca stepped into the steam, their bodies smeared with dirt and pine needles and their faces dark with frustration. They looked like two predators who had spent hours tracking a scent only to find the kill already being