The air was thick with silence.
Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway.
Celeste, one step behind her, arms folded tight, body rigid as steel beneath her silk wrap.
And Maddie?
She was still tangled in Graham’s sheets, the dim bedside lamp tracing every curve of her bare, glowing body. Her hair was mussed. Her lips swollen. Her legs still trembling from the way he’d made her cry out just minutes ago.
She didn’t cover herself.
Didn’t rush to explain.
She leaned back, propped on one elbow, and met both of their eyes with a slow, knowing smile.
“Well,” she said. “Since you’re here…”
Vanessa’s voice snapped like a whip.
“Don’t. Maddie.”
Maddie cocked her head, amused. “Don’t what?”
“Play it down. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Celeste stepped in, jaw clenched. “You used us. Lied to us. And now you’re what—his?”
Maddie stood slowly.
The sheet fell to the floor.
Her naked body was bathed in golden lamplight, unapologetic, unashamed.
“No. I’m still mine.”
Graham said nothing.
He knew better.
This was no longer his scene.
This was hers.
She crossed the room toward them, each step deliberate, hips swaying in that slow, serpentine rhythm that drove all three of them mad.
“You came here thinking you’d caught me.”
She stood before them now.
Fully nude.
Unflinching.
“But you’ve only reminded yourselves how much you need me.”
Vanessa’s breath hitched—barely—but Maddie saw it.
Celeste’s eyes flicked down to her breasts, her hips, her throat. No hate. Just heat, buried under the mask of rage.
Maddie stepped closer.
To Vanessa.
“You begged me not to stop the other night. Remember?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“Said my name while your legs shook. Bit the pillow so Graham wouldn’t hear.”
Vanessa’s cheeks flushed.
She took a step back.
But Maddie followed.
“And you,” she purred, turning to Celeste, “said you’d never kneel again. Said no one had ever made you beg.”
She leaned in.
Brushed her lips just below Celeste’s ear.
“But I remember how your thighs trembled when I said no.”
Celeste swallowed.
Hard.
The tension cracked—but not from Maddie.
From them.
They were unraveling.
And Maddie?
She was just warming up.
She walked backward, slowly, toward Graham’s bed.
Slid onto the edge.
Sat back on her heels.
Her body a throne.
Her mouth curved into a soft, sultry smile.
“So if this is a fallout…”
She licked her lower lip.
“Tell me. Who are you punishing?”
A pause.
“Me?”
She parted her knees.
Let them see.
“Or yourselves?”
The dam broke.
Vanessa was first.
She strode forward, grabbed Maddie’s face, kissed her hard.
Tongue, teeth, fury.
It was a kiss of punishment.
Of surrender.
Of want.
Maddie gasped into it—and smiled.
Then Celeste.
She didn’t move at first.
But Maddie didn’t need her to.
She simply looked up.
Eyes half-lidded.
Body on display.
And whispered:
“On your knees.”
Celeste stared.
Torn between fury and desire.
But desire won.
She dropped.
Hands on Maddie’s thighs.
And began to worship.
The next hour was chaos.
Delicious, breathless chaos.
Graham stayed at the edge, stunned, still shirtless, watching as his once-cool house collapsed under Maddie’s will.
Vanessa’s mouth on Maddie’s chest, on her neck, her fingers tangled in Maddie’s hair.
Celeste between her thighs, her moans muffled, desperate to reclaim control but losing herself in Maddie’s taste.
And Maddie?
She rode the storm like a queen on fire.
Never begging.
Never giving in.
Her body sang.
Her voice directed.
“Faster.”
“Don’t stop.”
“You still want me, don’t you?”
They did.
They always would.
When it was over—when the heat finally ebbed, and the sheets were soaked, and Maddie lay sprawled between the two women who tried to destroy her—they all breathed in unison.
Shaking.
Spent.
Exposed.
Maddie turned her head.
Looked to Graham.
Still seated in the armchair, hard beneath the sheet, unmoving.
She smiled.
“Told you I wasn’t his.”
And Graham?
He finally smiled back.
“You’re everyone’s.”
A pause.
“And no one’s.”
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