บททั้งหมดของ Their Beautiful Madness: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

BeatriceSilas is on my right, Atticus on my left, and both study me as if they're silently weighing something only they understand.Almost in silent unison, they give each other the smallest nod. It's quick, almost imperceptible, but I catch it. I don't know if that whole twin telepathy thing is real, but judging by that wordless exchange, I guess it is.Atticus's shoulder brushes mine and then he leans in close. His voice drops low, meant for my ears only. "Whatever is said at this table, we need you to stay calm. Can you be a good girl and do that, doll face?"I keep my eyes fixed ahead. His words aren't just an instruction; this seems like a test. I give the smallest, most controlled nod I can manage. Atticus doesn't linger. He leans back like nothing happened, turning his attention forward, leaving me with the echo of his voice in my ear and the faint hum of adrenaline buzzing through my ve

BeatriceThe heavy casino doors swing shut behind us, sealing away the echo of clinking glasses, bright lights, and the scent of cigar smoke and perfume. Outside, the air feels better. I've been holding my breath for hours and can finally breathe again. My shoulders loosen a fraction, but my chest still feels tight.I had a hunch from the start that Silas's empire isn't built solely on cabanas and spa packages. The resort glitters like something out of a travel brochure, but underneath the gloss is something darker. I think back to that one day in Silas's office when I tossed out a half-joke about him being a drug dealer. When in reality, I was spot on.Cocaine is the real currency flowing through this paradise. I don't know the scope, the logistics, or the reach, but I know enough to understand this isn't some side hustle.We walk along a stone slab trail, the moonlight catching in the faint seams between each block. Silas

BeatriceAfter what feels like hours of dancing, my legs have turned to jelly. They might give out any second. This time, Silas is the one to scoop me up into his arms and I melt into him.We leave the pulsing chaos of the club, slipping behind dense bushes and towering trees that seem to guard a secret. Nestled there, almost swallowed by the lush greenery, is a sleek condo. I didn't realize just how sprawling this island really was. Silas's offhand comment about Atticus living here suddenly makes sense; this isn't just a getaway, it's their private home.Atticus trails behind us, silent except for the soft puff of smoke from a cigarette clenched between his fingers. He looks pissed, brooding.Silas carries me up dark wooden steps leading up to the condo, the wood creaking softly under his feet. He carries me through the door and gently sets me down on my shaky legs. Inside, the space is inviting. Modern

When he goes down again, his fingers gather the wetness he's coaxed from me. He slips two fingers inside me, stretching me, and I let out a soft moan, barely a whisper, trying to keep quiet. This feels so dirty, knowing Silas is right there. He could open his eyes any second and get a free show. The thought sends a thrill mixed with heat straight through me.Atticus lowers his head, his tongue flicking and swirling expertly at my clit, each stroke sending shivers crashing over me. The wet, slick heat of his fingers inside combined with the teasing flicks of his tongue feels amazing. So fucking good it makes my head spin. My hips twitch against his skilled movements, desperate for more. He hums, the vibration rippling through my core. It's overwhelming, intoxicating, every nerve ending screaming for release.I feel the brush of another finger near my other hole and I tense up. But Atticus's tongue presses harder against my clit, sending another jolt

Beatrice quiet when she wants to be. That softness in her voice makes you lean in, makes you want to latch onto every word. I glance toward the glass doors, wondering if she's still sleeping... or if she's hiding from me.Donna laughs at something she said, but I didn't hear it. I'm too busy thinking about Beatrice, how she'd look if she walked out here right now and saw me with her."Take your top off," I tell her, my tone flat.Her lips curve into a smile, teeth glowing white. She bites her lower lip like she's trying to sell me some fantasy I'm not buying. She reaches back and unclasps her bra. The straps slip down her shoulders and she lets it fall away, releasing two round, silicone-packed tits. They sit high on her chest, stiff and too big for her frame.Again, nothing like Beatrice. Beatrice's are big too, but real and soft. They hang just slightly, heavy and warm in your hands. They move with her, with every shift of her body, every breathy m