Chapter 81 Morning After Madness
Chapter 81 Morning After Madness
Selene
The sheets are still warm when I stir. My body aches in all the right ways—used, worshipped, and thoroughly undone. I blink slowly as sunlight streams through the porthole window, painting golden lines across the tangle of limbs beside me.
Adrian’s arm is slung over my waist, his breath even and deep. John is curled against my back, one hand on my thigh, fingers twitching slightly as if still lost in a dream. Kostas lies on his side, watching me through half-lidded eyes, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth.
“Good morning, goddess,” he murmurs and slips down below the sheets and spreads my thighs and without hesitation I feel his moist tongue slipping through my folds.
I hum sleepily. “Are we still alive?”, my back arching at the sensation Kostas tongue is making ripple through me .
“Barely.” John stretches behind me and groans. “That bed should come with a warning label.”
Adrian chuckles hoarsely. “Warning: may cause ego death, multiple orgasms, and religious experiences.”
“And possibly a pulled hamstring,” Kostas adds playfully , from beneath the cover.
Despite being sore I climb onto John’s huge morning wood smirking “ is all this for me ?”, and I spear myself with him . I turn to Kostas and tell him to grab some lube and it doesn’t take long before I feel him fill my ass with his huge member . I’m stretched to capacity and ask them not to move as I let my body adjust . Adrian kneels over John’s head giving me access to his cock and I suck his long thick hard shaft as my other two lovers begin to fuck me . It doesn’t take long before we all come .
“Well that’s one great way to start the morning”, John grins .
I laugh—low, throaty, still hoarse from everything. The bruises on my hips, the fading red marks around my wrists, the soreness between my thighs—they’re all proof of last night. Of surrender. Of power. Of claiming and being claimed in return.
I sit up slowly, the sheet falling away from my bare chest. Three pairs of eyes track the movement like it’s gospel.
“Stop staring,” I tease, reaching for a glass of water from the tray that wasn’t there last night. “You all look like you want a round two.”
Kostas smirks. “We do.”
John props himself on one elbow. “We’re just giving you time to recover.”
Adrian kisses my shoulder. “Barely.”
We all get showered , and head up to the deck.
A crewmember silently places a silver tray on the table with fresh fruit, pastries, and strong black coffee. He doesn’t look at us. Doesn’t speak. Just exits like nothing is out of the ordinary—even though we’re all very touchy feely with each other , tousled, and it’s clear that we all spent the night together.
“Think he heard anything?” I ask.
“Oh, he definitely heard everything,” John mutters, taking a croissant and biting into it. “Probably added it to his résumé.” And we all laugh at that .
We eat , feeding each other bites between soft kisses and teasing touches. It feels easy. Natural. Not the aftermath of something complicated, but the beginning of something deeper. Dangerous, maybe—but intoxicating all the same.
Eventually, I slide out from the chair and step into the swimming pool , Kostas joins me first, then Adrian, then John, and it’s not long before I’m pressed against the tile, gasping again, overwhelmed but aching for more.we mess around splashing each other and touching and kissing . I enjoy watching how easily my three men are so comfortable with each other .
When we finally emerge—, flushed, and dressed in nothing but soft robes—we gather on the deck chairs. The Aegean sparkles beneath us, and I feel the yacht’s gentle sway under my feet.
Kostas pulls me into his lap on the cushioned bench, wrapping his arms around me possessively. “There’s something I want to show you later,” he says softly.
“Should I be scared?” I ask.
He kisses my neck. “No. Excited.”
Adrian clears his throat. “Actually… there’s something I want to bring up too. Jonathan called this morning. It’s about Bianca.”
John stiffens. “She’s resurfaced?”
Adrian shakes his head. “Not yet. But Jonathan’s been digging. He has a lead—someone matching her description was seen in Marseille last week, using an alias. He has a detective on their way there now to confirm.”
Kostas’s jaw tightens. “So the ghost is moving.”
“She’s not a ghost,” I say quietly. “She’s a storm. And storms always circle back.”
Adrian nods. “Jonathan said he’ll keep us updated. But until she’s found—we stay vigilant.”
A chill rides the breeze despite the sun, and for a moment the four of us sit in silence, the weight of unfinished business thick in the air.
I shift in Kostas’s lap and run my fingers over his chest. “You said you wanted to show me something?”
His grin returns. “I did.”
John leans back and stretches. “As long as it’s not another sex dungeon—I need at least two hours before I can walk straight again.”
Adrian smirks. “Speak for yourself.”
I laugh, and the tension breaks. The four of us stand, stretch, and head below deck again—curiosity pulling me just as strongly as desire did the night before.
Whatever it is Kostas wants to show me, I know one thing for certain.
This ride isn’t over yet.