All Chapters of Their Beautiful Madness: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I move to the edge of the bed. My eyes trace over her hungrily, drinking in the way that oversized t-shirt drapes over her frame, leaving tantalizing glimpses of her skin exposed. Her long brown hair brushes past her shoulders, soft and silky, framing that perfect, flushed face of hers. My gaze drifts lower, over those sexy thighs pressed against the mattress. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" I murmur.Her cheeks bloom with that beautiful shade of pink and she gives me a faint smile. "Thank you.""If I were to touch between your thighs right now, how wet would I find you?"Her mouth parts, giving me a teasing smirk. "Why don't you come and find out?"She's still that shy girl I fell for, but now there's this fire. This confidence Atticus has built up in her. It's intoxicating. I make my tone low and commanding. "Be a good girl and pull up that shirt and touch yourself. Slip your hand between your legs. I want to watch you get yourself of

Atticus Two Months LaterThe hum of the engine is low, a steady rhythm beneath us, blending with the soft slap of waves against the boat. The salt in the air clings to my skin, mixing with the sweetness of her scent.Beatrice sits in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her hair whipping in the breeze. The sun hangs low on the horizon, turning the sky into golds and pinks. She tilts her head, letting the dying light touch her face, and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.Both of my hands are splayed across her belly, round now, full, and alive. I can feel the faintest kicks against my palm. Each movement makes my chest tighten, a mix of awe and pride flooding through me.I can't get enough of her like this.She laughs softly as she shifts, trying to adjust her position. She lets out a little groan when she reaches too far forward. "I can't see my toes anymore," she says, shaking her head.

Silas straightens but doesn't move his hand from where it rests on Beatrice's stomach. He flashes me an arrogant smirk. "I didn't," he says casually. "Kathy had Sebastian run it over here. I just had to put it in the oven to heat it up."I huff out a laugh and shake my head. "Get a load of this motherfucker," I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for him to hear it.I never had a cook at Apex. Never needed one. I learned to fend for myself, to make meals that kept me going between the late nights and bad decisions.With Beatrice, cooking turned into something else entirely. It became a ritual for us. The way she leans against the counter watching me cook and the hum she makes when she steals bites before dinner's even done. I love the way her eyes light up when she likes the taste, so I started cooking every single day just to see that look."You really went all out, huh?" I smirk at him as I grab a stack of plates from the cabine

A wicked smirk curves at my lips when I glance over her and notice Silas's twitching length jut at her cheek."Look at you, doll face. Are you waiting for us to use your body as we please?"She whimpers a soft, needy sound that makes me grip her waist and she nods her head.I drop down, teeth grazing her ass before sinking in to leave marks. Her gasp fuels me and I command, "Use your words."Her voice comes out breathless, shaky, and obedient. "Yes... I'm waiting for you to use my body."Silas's hand snakes down her cheek, fingers threading through her hair and forcing her to tilt her head. Her big, brown eyes flick up at him. His voice comes out low and dripping with need. "Are you ready to suck my cock until I'm spilling down your throat, angel?"She moans, opening her mouth eagerly, tongue gliding over her lips as if she's been waiting for this exact moment. She's ready to worship him with her lips and prove just how much she wants t

BeatriceFour Months LaterI'm at the very end of my pregnancy and every single day feels like I'm teetering on the edge. The doctor said it could be any day now. It's surreal, this limbo between waiting and becoming.It's wild to think how much my life has changed. This time last year, I was still struggling with finding ways to get my bills paid, learning how to put my trust in someone else, and trying to find where I belonged.Now, I'm surrounded by love so thick it's almost tangible, woven through every touch, every word, every heartbeat that fills this house.Despite the discomfort, the aching back, the swollen ankles, the constant need to adjust to get somewhat comfortable, I've never felt more happy. My belly feels tight and stretched to its limit. But every kick feels like a reminder that this won't last forever and that the next time I blink, I'll be holding my baby in my arms instead of my womb.It's been two months since we moved