All Chapters of Shared & Ruined: Reverse Harem Collection : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 3The next morning, sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows as I joined the guys for breakfast. My body still carried a delicious ache from the night before, a reminder of how thoroughly I’d rode Brian. Brian sat at the head of the table, flipping through his phone like nothing had happened, flashing me that easy, charming smile as if he hadn’t been buried inside me just hours ago.“Morning, beautiful,” Brian said casually, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs toward me. “Sleep well?”I returned his smile, though my mind was racing. “Better than I expected,” I replied, keeping my voice light. “You?”He winked. “Like a baby.”Marcus and Damien were already digging into their food. I kept stealing glances at Marcus across the table. He was quieter than the other two, broad shoulders relaxed in a simple black tank top that hugged his muscular frame. There was something about the way he moved, the subtle confidence in his posture, that made my pulse quicken.The conversation fl

Chapter 5That night, I didn’t bother with the thin silk slip. I lay naked under the sheets in Louis’ bed, the black sleeping mask already secured over my eyes, plunging me into total darkness. My body still hummed from the day’s encounters—Brian’s sleepy morning cock, Marcus bending me over the kitchen stool, Damien fucking me senseless in the soapy tub—but none of them had matched the first night. None of them carried that sharp, clean citrus scent. None of them had stretched me open with that exact, brutal perfection.I wanted him again. Needed him.The house had gone quiet hours ago. I heard the distant click of the front door much later, well past midnight. Footsteps—confident, unhurried—moved down the hallway. My pulse spiked as they paused outside Louis’ door. The knob turned. He stepped inside and closed it softly behind him.Citrus. The scent hit me like a drug, fresh and zesty, cutting through the warm air of the bedroom. My nipples tightened instantly. It was him. The same

3. Spoilt Stepdaughter's Seed Chapter OneI slammed the door to my new bedroom so hard the fancy crystal light fixture rattled overhead. "This is bullshit!" I screamed, not caring who heard. Grounded. Me. Chloe fucking Harrington—well, now whatever the hell my new last name was supposed to be after Mom married that rich asshole. At nineteen, I'd already ditched my twelfth boyfriend because he bored me to tears in bed, and I'd torched my sixth so-called best friendship because those bitches couldn't keep up with my vibe. And now this? Locked down in this massive mansion like some prisoner because "you need to learn responsibility, young lady."I paced the plush carpet, my short silk robe fluttering around my thighs. The stepfather had laid down the law the second I arrived: no parties, no credit cards without approval, and definitely no leaving the property without one of them escorting me. "Them" being him and his three sons. I'd barely glimpsed them when I got here yesterday, all ta

Chapter ThreeIt had been over a week since Silas and Gideon wrecked me in that room. I actually behaved. No tantrums, no smashed cars, no live streams. I hated how good their lesson felt, but it worked. For a while.My stepbrothers finally let me go out with my friend Mia. “You earned it, princess,” Evan said, tossing me the keys to a normal car. I rolled my eyes but took them. “Don’t fuck it up.”We went shopping. I was bored again after an hour. Mia dared me to floor it in the parking lot. I did. I lost control and crashed straight into the front of a boutique shop. Glass shattered. Alarms blared. The owner screamed. Cops came. I got fined a ridiculous amount.Evan, Silas, and Gideon showed up to bail me out. They paid without a word, but their faces were dark. The ride home was silent. My pussy was already tingling with fear and dirty excitement.As soon as we stepped inside, Evan looked at me. “Go to your room. We will meet you there in a bit. I see you are yet to learn your less

Chapter TwoDamon’s lips crashed against mine one last time, hungry and possessive, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he wanted to claim every inch of me. I kissed him back just as fiercely, biting his lower lip the way he’d done to mine. My pussy still throbbed from how deep he’d fucked me in that dusty tent, his cum slowly leaking down my thighs under the short gown.He pulled away reluctantly, eyes dark with lust. “You’re going to get us all in trouble, angel.”I smiled triumphantly, licking my lips. “That’s the point, Uncle Damon. Now go before the others get too close.” I gave his still-hard cock a teasing squeeze through his pants. He groaned softly, adjusted himself, and slipped out of the broken tent, melting back into the dark woods.I didn’t waste time. More footsteps crunched through the underbrush—definitely not Damon’s. My heart pounded with excitement, my nipples tight against the thin fabric of my gown. I took off running deeper into the mountain, the cold night ai