บททั้งหมดของ WET DESIRES (A COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES) : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Story 10: The Alpha Sex Omega 4ALPHA RAYI only came back to my senses after her body fell into my arms weakly. My eyes blinked in confusion, then suddenly flashed with shock as I tilted her head with trembling hands.Seeing the mark which was still fresh on her neck, my heart stopped beating for a moment.How did it happen? Why…How did it happen? Why did I make this mistake?! “Fuck it!” An angry roar shot out from my throat as I looked at the mark I had left on her neck which tilted weakly.I glared at her angrily. My rage clouded my brain and mind to detect anything or should I say I could see her pleadings and weakness but I just chose to ignore it because of my anger.All I could feel was intense rage and regret! “Why didn't you push me away?! Why the fuck did you allow me to mark you?! Are you insane?!” I yelled at her, pointing at my mark which had settled down on her neck and glowed arrogantly at me like it was mocking me.My chest clenched in pain, my body trembled from irr

Bought by the twins Chapter one – soldZoey's POV My sneakers stuck to the concrete as two guys dragged me down the last steps. Dad stumbled behind me, his face already swollen from the punch he took upstairs. The crowd parted and I saw them.Sev and Soren.They stood under a single hanging bulb, shirtless, black hair wet with sweat from whatever fight just ended. Same height, same sharp cheekbones, same gray eyes that looked silver in this light. The only way I could tell them apart right then was the thin scar over Sev’s left eyebrow. They stared at me like I was meat on a hook.Dad dropped to his knees. “I can get the money, I swear. Two weeks.”Sev crouched in front of him, voice low and calm. “You had six months, Carl.” He tilted his head toward me. “She’s the interest.”My stomach dropped. I yanked against the hands holding me, but they only tightened. “Dad, tell me this isn’t real.”He wouldn’t look at me.Soren stepped forward, grabbed my chin, and forced my face up. His thum

Chapter 3 – GuestsDays started to blur together. I lost track of how many had passed since they locked the collar around my neck. One morning they told me to shower. They stood in the doorway and watched while I shaved my legs, my pussy, every inch they pointed at. The razor shook in my hand. When I finished, Sev threw a small bottle of oil onto the tile.“Rub it everywhere,” he said. “We have guests tonight.”My stomach turned cold. “Guests?”Soren only smiled.They did not give me clothes. Just the collar and a thin gold chain that clipped to the front ring. Sev held the other end and led me through the penthouse like a pet. The living room was already dark. Candles burned on the long table and on shelves along the walls. Eight men sat waiting, drinks in their hands. Some I remembered from the fight pit. The others looked rich and dangerous.A thick velvet cushion lay at one end of the table. Soren pushed me down over it, stomach on the cushion, knees on the floor. My cheek pressed

Chapter 5 – The EscapeFriday night arrived like a fever dream.They dressed me themselves. Sev slid the tiny black dress over my head, hands lingering on every inch of skin before it disappeared under silk. Soren buckled the new heels, thinner collar around my throat. A delicate gold leash clipped to the front ring and lay cold between my breasts. No panties. The heels were so tall my legs shook when I stood.I looked in the mirror and saw a perfect, expensive pet.Sev kissed my bare shoulder. “Behave tonight and we’ll let you come in the car on the way home.”Soren’s eyes met mine in the glass. “Misbehave and we’ll fuck you on the club floor in front of everyone.”I smiled, soft and sweet. “I’ll be so good for you.”They believed me.We rode the private elevator down together. My heart beats slowly and steadily. The butter knife was taped flat against the inside of my left thigh, hidden under the hem of the dress. I had practiced pulling it free a hundred times. The spare elevator

Mommy's husband, my owner 2We moved into Victor’s mansion the Monday after the honeymoon. Mom kept saying it felt like a fairy tale. I kept feeling his fingers inside me every time I closed my eyes.The place was huge. Marble floors, tall windows, a pool that looked like it dropped glass. My new bedroom was on the second floor, right between theirs and a guest suite nobody used. Mom said it was perfect so I could “come borrow clothes anytime.”First morning I woke up late. Sun poured through the curtains. I threw on tiny cotton sleep shorts and a cropped tank, no bra, hair messy. I padded downstairs barefoot, stomach growling.I stopped in the kitchen doorway.Mom was on her knees under the breakfast table. White silk robe open, breasts out, mouth working Victor’s cock slow and deep. He sat in his usual chair, black hair still damp from the shower, reading the financial page like it was nothing. One hand rested on top of Mom’s head, guiding her gently.He looked up and saw me.His