All Chapters of Their Beautiful Madness: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SilasI've been down bad, worse than I ever imagined I could be. I'm stuck in it—a depressive spiral that keeps dragging me deeper and deeper. Days blur together, a haze of gray. I force myself through the motions of work, put on the mask everyone expects from me, but at the end of the day, I'm hollow and wrung out. By the time I drag myself into bed, I don't bother pretending anymore. I just let the silence swallow me whole.Sometimes I don't leave my room for days. The world outside feels too loud, too much. Is it sick that I bought a bottle of the body mist Beatrice wears? That I spray it on my pillows just so, for one fleeting moment, my brain tricks me into believing she's here beside me? Probably, but I don't give a fuck.The scent lingers, both comforting me and haunting me. It's the only tether I've got left. When I bury my face in the pillow, close my eyes, I can almost convince myself that if I reach out, my hand will land on

SilasI don't waste a single second. My footsteps echo down the hall until I shoulder open Atticus's door. The room smells like him; smoke and leather. I feel the ghost of nostalgia, but I shake it off. I don't have time for sentiment.I rip through his closet, yanking out a black t-shirt. I grab a pair of faded black jeans. Next are the combat boots. Then comes the leather jacket. Thank God the bastard owns more than one, because tonight, I need to wear him like a second skin.I strip out of my clothes with quick, jerking motions, shredding the skin of the man I was earlier today. That Silas won't work for what I'm about to do. I need to become Atticus—or at least blur the line so finely that Beatrice will feel me in ways she'll only allow him.In the mirror, I pause just long enough to fix my hair. Where I usually slick mine back, I rake my fingers through it, roughing it out until it resembles his. It's a rugged, devil-may

That thought slices me in half, but the devastation doesn't weaken me. It fuels me. The sight, the knowledge—it doesn't diminish the hunger. It ignites it. Magnifies it until it's unbearable.I cage her in with my body. My lips crush against her, desperate and aching. My hips grind forward, my cock hard and throbbing, finding her heat as if guided by fate itself. I line myself up at her entrance, groaning against her lips, and whisper against her mouth, "You're so fucking beautiful."The second I push into her, inch by slow, aching inch, I swear my vision blacks out at the edges. Her pussy wraps around me like a vice, squeezing, dragging every nerve in my body to the edge of oblivion. I almost lose it right then, the pleasure hitting me so hard it's almost painful.The feeling of stretching her, of being swallowed by her body again, her walls hugging me tight... it's fucking indescribable. I've missed this. I've missed her. I've missed us. I press forward until

BeatriceI walk into the living room with my arms folded tight across my chest, as if the pressure might be enough to hold me together. My heart is a frantic mess in my ribcage, but on the outside, I force myself to stay composed.I can't believe Silas is here. Standing in the condo. Breathing the same air as me after all this time. A part of me never thought I'd see him again, not after the way things ended. Not this soon, not like this. The feel of him still lingers on my skin.I sink down onto the couch, stiff-backed. The cushion dips as Atticus lowers beside me. His arm curls around my waist, pulling me flush against him, his other hand sliding over my belly. His touch is possessive, protective—a reminder of everything we've built together since Silas left me shattered.Silas enters a second later. His eyes latch onto Atticus's hand over my stomach, but he doesn't say anything. It makes my

"Tell me the truth, Atticus." My fingers fight in my lap. "Do you want to continue our life with just me and you? Do you want me to choose?"His dark eyes bleed into mine. I feel the familiar pull, the magnetic gravity that always makes my stomach clench and my heart race. Then he glances at Silas, reading him, before returning to me. He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my cheek."Silas is the only reason you stumbled into my life, doll face." His voice turns low, calm, but laced with a kind of raw honesty. "I loved sharing you with him. But the decision is yours. I'll respect whatever choice you make. If you want him here with us, that's great. If you don't, I'll kick his ass out now. What you want will always come first for me."My heart pounds so hard I'm sure they can both hear it. Atticus is steady and protective at my side. Silas is broken and desperate in front of me. I know that he's sor