All Chapters of The Mess We Made (Chaos Chronicles Book 1): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 2Noah lifted Helena from Caleb’s lap without warning. Her legs were unsteady, the evidence of all three brothers still wet on her thighs. He carried her out of the study and up the stairs as though she weighed nothing, Eli and Caleb following close behind. The bedroom door shut and locked behind them. Noah dropped her onto the center of the large bed hard enough to force the air from her lungs.“On your back,” he ordered. “Legs open. Wide.”Helena barely had time to obey before Noah forced her thighs apart and dropped his mouth between them. He sucked her outer lips into his mouth first, pulling on the soft flesh with firm pressure, then spread her open with his thumbs and dragged his tongue through the slick inner folds. He found her swollen clitoris and sealed his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking hard and rhythmically while his tongue flicked the underside. Helena cried out, the sound high and already desperate. Noah did not ease off. He sucked her clit with relentles

Chapter 1“You’re compensating again. On your back and your legs open. I need to correct the angle properly.”Sienna’s voice carried across the empty gym without rise or urgency. The overhead lights had been dimmed to the evening setting, leaving long shadows between the racks and machines. Damon lowered himself to the mat as instructed, knees bent, feet flat. She knelt beside him, placed one hand on his knee, and pressed outward until his thighs opened to the angle she wanted.“Hold that,” she said. “You’re still tilting the hip to favor the stronger side. I’ve told you about this for three sessions now. The imbalance is going to cost you eventually if you keep ignoring the correction.”Damon exhaled and adjusted. Sienna’s palm remained on his inner thigh, steady and warm, while her other hand settled on his opposite hip to keep it squared. The correction was technical. The length of time her hands stayed in place was not.“Better,” she murmured. “Now bridge slowly. I want to feel wh

Chapter 3“Hands and knees on the mat. You’ve been holding back. I’m done allowing that.”Sienna’s voice remained level as she pointed to the open stretch of flooring near the free weights. Damon left the bench and dropped to his hands and knees on the mat without comment. His cock was still rigid, the skin taut and glistening from earlier. The gym stayed empty and dimly lit. Outside the high windows the city had fully settled into night.Sienna walked to her bag, removed a harness and a smooth, realistic strap-on, and stepped into it with practiced efficiency. She secured the buckles, applied a thin layer of lubricant, and returned to stand behind him. One hand settled on the small of his back.“Lower your chest, knees farther apart. I want full access and a stable base.”Damon adjusted. Sienna positioned the head of the strap-on against him and pressed forward with steady, controlled pressure. The stretch drew a sharp breath from him. She advanced inch by inch until the harness met

Chapter 2“Out of the water, on your back on the bench. Keep your hips lifted until I say otherwise.”Rhett’s voice remained even as he released Lila’s waist. She crossed to the ladder and climbed out. Water sheeted off her body and pooled on the deck tiles. The padded recovery bench sat a few meters from the pool edge, still damp from earlier use. She lay back on it as instructed. Rhett followed her out, water running down his chest and the front of his suit, and stood at the foot of the bench.“Hips up.”Lila lifted. Rhett hooked his fingers in the waistband of her swimsuit bottom and drew it down her legs in one continuous motion. He set the wet fabric aside, placed both hands on her inner thighs, and opened them wider. The cool air of the deck contrasted sharply with the residual heat of the water and the warmer pressure of his palms.“You’ve held perfect form for months,” he said. “Tonight I want to feel what happens when the form no longer matters. You will keep your hips exactl

Chapter 1 “She’s out cold. She won’t wake up even if the bed moves. Are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this?”Vera had watched her stepsister marry Grant three years earlier and had wanted him since the first time Sloane brought him home. She had kept the wanting quiet through dinners, holidays, and every polite visit that followed. Tonight the quiet was finished.Sloane lay deeply unconscious on her side of the large bed, still in the silk slip she had worn downstairs, breathing in the heavy, unbroken rhythm of someone who had drunk far too much. Grant stood at the foot of the bed. The hallway light cut a narrow path across the carpet. Vera closed the bedroom door behind her and locked it.Grant’s voice was low. “Vera. Don’t.”“I’ve watched you for three years.” She crossed the room until she stood only a short distance from him. “I’ve watched the way you look at me when she leaves the room. I’ve felt it in the way you go quiet when I sit too close. Tonight she’s asleep