All Chapters of S** Tape: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She didn’t have time to cry out before Knox’s hand gripped the back of Dante’s neck like a vise and another fist connected with the back of the thug’s head. Dante’s face slammed into the wall above Vivi’s shoulder, the thud reverberating through the red-lit hallway, making the candles in their wall sconces flicker.She stumbled sideways, rubbing her wrist where he had pinned her.“You touched her,” Knox growled low, barely more than a breath.Dante whirled around, holding his head with a pained grimace, anger flashing across his scarred face before morphing into something slyer, more calculating.The shift in the thug’s expression lit a fuse in Knox. He stepped forward, muscles coiled, his fist halfway raised—until Vivienne caught his arm, her fingers wrapping tightly around the iron band of his forearm.“Knox.” Her pulse thundered in her ears. The hallway, the heat, the smell of sweat and incense—it all blurred around her. “Let’s go. Please.”“Wes owes me,” Dante growled. “He—”“I d

Knox stilled, his eyes darkening with a possessive intensity that left her breathless. "You kept this?" His voice wavered between disbelief and raw emotion.Vivi flushed, nodding silently as her body hummed with an insistent, aching need.He kissed her hard, his hips pinning her to the soft mattress, his cock heavy against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth, feeling him everywhere—all heat and muscle and want.With a growl that was both satisfied and hungry, Knox grabbed the sweatshirt with one hand and her bag with the other. The small bottle of lubricant slipped out, landing next to Vivi's sprawled hair.She silently praised herself for removing the sanitary pads when Wes announced he would pause his attempts to impregnate her."Ready Angel?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he placed it beside her.She nodded again, biting her lip as he coated himself liberally, the slick sound of his hands on his length sending tremors through her."Turn over," he murmured, voice

Steam swirled through the master bathroom, fogging the glass and softening the sharp white marble with a hazy glow. Knox groaned low against the curve of Vivienne’s neck, his lips trailing slow, reverent kisses over her wet skin. Her pulse thrummed under his mouth, and every inch of her was slick, sensitive, and dangerously close to unraveling again.His hands—large, calloused, and sure—gripped her waist beneath the spray, guiding her back into the cradle of his chest as he mouthed along the hollow of her collarbone. He had always been intense, but here, with no shadows to hide behind, no party lights or voyeuristic glares—he was open. Real. His desire wasn’t performance, it was possession, reverence, desperation.“I’m going crazy, Angel,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with need. “Can we just end this? Expose him today. I’ll pay off whatever damage it does to Aldridge. Or Carter. I don’t care. I just want you out.”Another deep pound echoed from the front door downstairs

Vivienne stepped back into the guest house, closing the door behind her with a gentle click that felt unusually final. Her fingers lingered on the handle as if she needed the cool metal to anchor her in place.She had done it.The conversation with Vince still echoed in her mind. His warmth, his trust, his willingness to hand over something so valuable without a shred of doubt in her. The weight of what she carried now, the shares, the promise, the lie she hadn’t quite told, pressed down on her chest. But above all, there was a strange, buoyant feeling rising with every breath.She was going to be free.Finally.Vivienne changed into her borrowed sweatshirt and grabbed the phone Knox had given her, her fingers trembling as she tapped out a message.Vivienne: Can I call you?The response came immediately.Knox: Anytime, Angel.A smile bloomed on her face, and she hit the call icon before she could second-guess it.It rang once. Then twice. Then—The screen lit up with Knox’s face. Mess

Vivienne did everything Knox told her to do.Lights off. Curtains drawn. No movement. No sound.The mansion was already alive in the distance. Car doors slamming, heels clacking over stone, muffled laughter bleeding across the property like smoke. But in the quiet sanctuary of the guest house, Vivienne curled beneath the blankets, Knox’s hoodie pulled over her knees and wrapped tightly around her body. It still smelled faintly of him—clean soap, expensive cologne, something undeniably Knox. And it made her feel safe, even with the chaos erupting just yards away.Her phone had buzzed earlier. Twice.Wes.She’d let it ring until it stopped, staring at the screen with careful, still breath. Pretending to be asleep. Pretending not to hear the party guests stumbling across the gravel, or the music pounding behind the blackout windows of the main house. Pretending this life didn’t exist.It wasn’t difficult to fake exhaustion, she was tired. Emotionally frayed. And heart-sick with the ache