All Chapters of Taken by my stepfathers: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Eden’s POVDaniel closed the bedroom door. The lock clicked, a sharp, singular sound. He walked toward the bed. He did not speak. He did not wait. He grabbed my arm, his grip firm, and pulled me toward the mattress. He forced me down, his body following mine. He did not undress. He kept his clothes on, his hands moving to my dress, tearing the fabric aside."Silas has his way of doing things," he said, his voice low and controlled. "But I have mine. I have work to do, but I have time for you."He did not waste time. He moved between my legs, his hands pushing them apart. He entered me, his rhythm immediate and demanding. He did not focus on anything but the physical act. He thrust, his weight pinning me into the mattress, his movements deliberate. He set a pace that was punishingly precise, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made the bed frame rattle.He gripped my wrists, holding them above my head, his eyes fixed on my face. He wanted to see every reaction, every wince, e

Eden's POVI woke to the sound of silence. Not the heavy, expectant silence of the Schmidt estate—that silence had weight, texture, and the feeling of six men breathing in the walls around me. This was different. This was empty.My body ached. Not the sharp pain of injury, but the deep, satisfying ache of being thoroughly used. Three down. Three to go. The words had become a mantra, a countdown that had lost all meaning somewhere between Silas's brutal claiming and Daniel's precise, punishing rhythm. Jonas had finished me in the bathroom, his efficiency somehow more devastating than the others' raw aggression. I was raw in ways I hadn't expected, my skin marked with fingerprints and teeth, my thighs trembling with the memory of being taken over and over.I rolled onto my side, the silk sheets sliding against my bare skin. The bedroom was empty. Felix's room, I remembered dimly. He had carried me here after Jonas left, depositing me on the mattress with a look that promised I wasn't fi

Eden's POVThe panic room smelled like sex and fear. Felix had barely finished with me when Daniel pulled me back to the table, his hand wrapped around my arm like a vice. The monitors showed the raid still in progress, but I couldn't focus on the FBI agents moving through our offices. My body was still humming from Felix's mouth, my thighs sticky, my clothes twisted and wrong."Jonas," Daniel said, his voice clipped. "Take her."I blinked, looking up at him. "What?""You heard me." Daniel's eyes were dark, unreadable. "Felix had his turn. Now Jonas gets his. We have time to kill while we wait for Silas to check in."Jonas looked up from his laptop, his pale eyes flicking over me with assessment. He was always the doctor first, always watching, always cataloging. But I saw the heat there too, the hunger he tried to bury under professionalism."Here?" Jonas asked, his voice steady."Here," Daniel confirmed. "I want her worn out by the time the real work starts. I want her too tired to

Eden's POVThe estate was on lockdown. Armed guards at every gate, every camera feeding into the central security room, every phone line scrubbed and encrypted. I sat in the library with Daniel, the maps spread across the mahogany table, the witness's location marked in red, Elena Voss's known associates listed in neat columns."We move tonight," Daniel said, his finger tracing the route. "Silas has the warehouse covered. Felix is handling the digital trail. Jonas-"The door opened.I didn't hear him approach. I never did. Wolfgang Schmidt moved like smoke through his own house, his presence filling the room before his body even crossed the threshold. He was sixty-three, silver-haired, with the build of a man who had spent his life commanding armies and breaking enemies. He wore a charcoal suit, impeccably tailored, and his eyes - pale blue, glacier-cold - fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch."Leave us," he said. Not a request. A command.Daniel stood without hesit

Eden's POVI lowered myself to my hands and knees, the hardwood rough against my palms, my knees. I started crawling, my eyes fixed on the floor, my body moving slowly, deliberately, each shift of my weight sending fresh pain through the welts on my ass, reminding me of who I belonged to, who had marked me, who was waiting to mark me again.Daniel walked behind me, his pace unhurried, his belt dangling from his hand. I could hear the soft slap of leather against his thigh, a metronome of my submission, a promise of what was to come.The hallway seemed endless. My knees burned, my palms stung, and every time I slowed, every time the pain made me hesitate, his voice cut through the air like a whip."Faster, pet. My patience is wearing thin."I crawled faster, my breath coming in gasps, my body trembling with the effort and the fear and the desperate, burning need that was building low in my belly. This was what Daniel did to me - he took me apart, piece by piece, until I was nothing but