My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 226 - 226: Morning Chaos
Sierra woke to the sound of Maddie cackling like a witch who’d just hexed her ex, cursed his bloodline, and sold his soul on the dark web for a limited-edition handbag.
Not the ideal alarm clock.
She groaned, burying her face deeper into Phei’s pillow—which smelled like him, like his sweet scent and something darker, something that made her thighs clench involuntarily even half-asleep—and tried to ignore the blonde menace sprawled beside her like she owned the bed.
Which, to be fair, she kind of did now.
“Sierra. Sierra. You have to see this.”
“I have to see nothing. I have to sleep.”
“The chat is on fire.”
That got her attention.
Sierra cracked one eye open, squinting against the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Phei’s master bedroom like it personally wanted her to suffer. Maddie was already sitting up, phone in hand, blonde hair a glorious post-sex disaster falling around her shoulders, wearing nothing but one of Phei’s oversized black T-shirts that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs.
The fabric clung to her full breasts, nipples dark and hard against it, and when she shifted to shove the phone closer, the hem rode up just enough to flash the smooth curve where thigh met heaven—and the faint gleam of arousal slick between her legs.
They were in the middle of his massive bed—a bed that could comfortably fit six people and frequently fit three. The sheets were tangled around their legs, soft and expensive, still warm from sleep and sex and the kind of tangled limbs that left marks.
But the bed was missing someone.
Sierra sat up slowly, the silk sheet pooling at her waist, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air. Full, heavy, nipples already tightening in the morning chill. She didn’t bother covering them. Modesty had died somewhere around the third time Phei made her squirt in front of Maddie while the blonde watched with hungry, reverent eyes.
“Where’s Phei?”
“Don’t know. But look at this.”
Maddie shoved her phone in Sierra’s face.
[PARADISE PRINCESSES – PRIVATE]
Juliette: PAY UP BITCHES
Jade: what
Juliette: I said “surprise candidate”
Juliette: MADDIE WAS THE SURPRISE CANDIDATE
Juliette: I WIN
Amber: wait WHAT
Priya: she never said it was Maddie though???
Juliette: I said I wasn’t telling
Juliette: That’s part of it being a SURPRISE
Natasha: that’s… technically not wrong?
Clara: this feels like cheating
Juliette: show me where I cheated
Juliette: I bet on a surprise candidate
Juliette: Maddie was a surprise
Juliette: therefore I win
Gianna: I hate that this logic is sound
Nastya: also I believe you all owe ME $500
Nastya: “Delilah having a complete breakdown”
Nastya: she literally burned her bathroom counter
Delilah: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT
Nastya: an accident caused by BREAKDOWN
Delilah: I HATE THIS CHAT
Amber: wait so Juliette AND Nastya won?
Jade: chaos won too
Jade: chaos ALWAYS wins
Jade: I’m collecting
Amber: JADE YOU CAN’T COLLECT ON CHAOS
Jade: watch me
Sierra scrolled further, eyebrows climbing.
Maddie: also I won
Priya: EXCUSE ME???
Maddie: I bet on myself
Maddie: I’m literally in his bed right now
Maddie: therefore I WIN
Clara: you can’t bet on yourself and then MAKE it happen
Maddie: show me the rule that says that
Clara: …
Maddie: that’s what I thought
Maddie: pay up ladies 💅
Natasha: this is FRAUD
Maddie: this is STRATEGY
Gianna: I’m actually impressed Gianna: disgusted but impressed
Zara: she really just played us all
Yuki: statistically she DID fulfill her own prophecy
Yuki: that’s not against any stated rules
Juliette: SEE??? YUKI GETS IT
Amber: Yuki stop enabling them
Yuki: I’m just stating facts
Victoria: I unmuted for THIS???
Victoria: You’re all insane
Delilah: WE KNOW
Sienna: I never muted I just stopped responding
Sienna: for my mental health
Priya: how’s that going
Sienna: poorly
Then the chat shifted.
Gianna: anyway when’s Elena making her move
Gianna: she’s been quiet for like 12 hours
Gianna: that’s suspicious
Nastya: elena quiet is NEVER good
Amber: should we be worried?
Jade: we should always be worried about elena
Clara: she’s probably scheming
Priya: when is she NOT scheming
Natasha: valid point
Sierra lowered the phone, staring at Maddie.
“You bet on yourself?”
Maddie grinned—sharp, wicked, utterly unrepentant.
“I’m a visionary, babe. Also I’m literally dripping his cum right now, so I feel like I earned the pot.”
Sierra’s thighs clenched at the casual filth of it.
“You’re disgusting.”
“You love me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“You love me.”
Sierra rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched.
“Where is he, though?”
Maddie shrugged, robe slipping off one shoulder to bare the curve of one perfect breast. “Probably doing something dramatic and hot. You know how he gets when he’s plotting.”
Sierra’s gaze dropped—lingering on the faint bruises on Maddie’s inner thighs, the faint red marks from Phei’s teeth, the way her skin still glowed with the afterburn of last night.
“He’s happy,” Sierra said quietly.
Maddie’s grin softened, just for a second.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “He is.”
They looked at each other—two women who had once fought over him like territory, now sharing his bed, his marks, his secrets.
Sierra reached out, brushed a strand of blonde hair from Maddie’s face.
“You’re a menace.”
“You’re a bitch.”
They smiled—slow, wicked, conspiratorial.
Three messages from Elena. Timestamped 6:52 AM.
Elena: Oh, I’ve already made my move, darlings 😈
Elena: Some of us don’t announce our hunts
Elena: We just… collect the prey 💋
Elena Ashford has gone offline
The chat exploded.
Gianna: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
Jade: ELENA GET BACK HERE
Amber: “COLLECT THE PREY”???
Priya: WHAT DID SHE DO
Natasha: I’M SCARED
Clara: we’re ALL scared
Delilah: SOMEONE EXPLAIN
Victoria: I’m going back to muting this
Sienna: take me with you this time
Yuki: I’m running analysis on her message patterns
Yuki: she’s definitely planning something major
Zara: helpful yuki thank you
Juliette: should we warn Sierra?
Maddie: I’m literally reading this next to her
Maddie: hi ladies 👋
Gianna: MADDIE
Jade: ASK SIERRA WHAT SHE KNOWS
Maddie: she knows nothing
Maddie: we’re both confused
Maddie: also Phei is missing???
Amber: MISSING???
Priya: WHAT DO YOU MEAN MISSING
Natasha: LIKE KIDNAPPED MISSING???
Sierra: He’s not MISSING missing
Sierra: He’s just not in bed
Sierra: We haven’t found him yet
Sierra: Calm down
Gianna: “calm down” she says
Gianna: while Elena is making cryptic “prey” comments
Jade: and Phei is MIA
Jade: NOTHING IS CALM
And then someone dropped the bomb.
Yuki: speaking of Phei…
Yuki: has anyone else seen the new video?
Natasha: WHAT NEW VIDEO
Priya: YUKI WHAT
Amber: THERE’S ANOTHER VIDEO???
Yuki: from the fire pit lounge
Yuki: at school
Yuki: yesterday afternoon
Jade: YUKI YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND NOT SHARE
Yuki: sharing now
Sierra’s stomach dropped.
Maddie leaned in closer, both of them staring at the video that loaded in the chat.
The fire pit lounge. The curved stone benches. The flames casting everything in warm amber light.
And there—unmistakably—was Phei.
With Delilah straddling his lap.
Her skirt bunched around her waist. His hands on her hips. Their mouths crushed together in a kiss that was more collision than technique, desperate and hungry and completely fucking shameless.
The video was grainy—someone’s phone from behind a bush, probably—but you could see everything that mattered. The way Delilah’s hips rolled against him. The way his fingers dug into her thighs. The way she threw her head back and moaned loud enough that the audio crackled.
And then—
His hand disappearing under her skirt.
Her body arching.
A sound that was definitely, unmistakably, an orgasm.
The video cut off.
The chat went nuclear.
Gianna: HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Amber: DELILAH???
Priya: IN THE FIRE PIT LOUNGE???
Natasha: WHERE ANYONE COULD SEE???
Clara: this is… this is…
Jade: DELILAH YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND
Victoria: I’M GOING TO BE SICK
Victoria: THAT’S MY COUSIN
Victoria: AND MY SISTER
Sienna: …
Zara: the way she was RIDING him though
Juliette: in PUBLIC
Juliette: at SCHOOL
Juliette: Delilah you nasty bitch I’m impressed
Sierra stared at the screen.
Then at Maddie.
Then back at the screen.
Her mouth had gone dry.
Her mouth had gone dry.
Her heart was hammering so hard she could feel it in her fingertips.
Because the video didn’t just show Delilah grinding on Phei.
It showed Phei letting her.
His hands guiding her hips.
His mouth on her throat.
His eyes—those impossible purple eyes—half-lidded with pleasure, with possession, with something that looked dangerously close to love.
And the worst part?
Sierra recognized that look.
Because he’d looked at her the same way.
And at Maddie.
And now—
Now he’d looked at Delilah like that too.
Maddie’s voice was very small beside her.
“Sierra?”
Sierra didn’t answer.
She just kept staring at the frozen frame of Delilah’s head thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy, Phei’s hand buried between her thighs.
