All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Elena Cruz.”The sound of my name stopped me instantly. It was the head warden’s voice—low, commanding, the kind of tone that made you straighten your spine before you even turned around.I turned and saw him standing in the doorway of his office, one large hand gripping the frame. His sharp eyes were fixed on me, and there was something in his expression—something that told me whatever he was about to say, I probably wasn’t going to like it.I stepped inside. The familiar smell hit me first—coffee gone lukewarm and the faint scent of old paper. His office always felt a little too warm, like the radiator never quite turned off, and the air seemed thick with the weight of decisions made in here.The blinds behind his desk were half-closed, letting in thin slants of late afternoon sunlight that striped across his messy desk. There were piles of folders stacked unevenly, a couple of pens rolling near the edge, and his coffee mug—half-full, a dark ring staining the inside.“I was just c

That evening after dinner, I was tidying up some papers at my desk when the head warden came over. He didn’t knock or call my name—he just appeared beside me like a shadow.“Mr. Moretti is asking for you,” he said.I stopped what I was doing. The words didn’t register right away. “Sorry… what?”“He’s asking for you,” he repeated, slower this time.I just stared at him. My brain was trying to make sense of it. Prisoners didn’t just… ask for staff by name. Not unless there was a very good reason. And Mr. Moretti? Of all people?“Why?” I asked before I could stop myself.The head warden’s jaw moved like he was chewing on the question. Then he shook his head. “Don’t know.” He looked over my shoulder at the papers I’d been sorting, like the conversation was already over. “You have to go to his cell.”There was something in his tone—short, clipped, like he didn’t want to talk about it.I hesitated. “And if I don’t?”His eyes flicked back to mine. “Go,” he said, and walked away before I coul

I moaned and whimpered as Lorenzo continued to suck and tease my nipple, his hot mouth sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, he finally released my nipple and stood up from his knees.He looked down at me with an intensity that made my stomach twist and my knees feel unsteady. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, almost black, and there was something wild in the way they held mine.It wasn’t just a look—it was a pull, like he was daring me to move, to speak, to do something… anything.He looked down at me with eyes filled with pure, unbridled desire, his gaze roaming over my exposed breasts hungrily. "Strip for me, little warden," he commanded in a low, husky voice. "I want to see all of you."I froze for a second, his words echoing in my head. Part of me wanted to snap back, to remind him who I was and who he was, but my voice stayed trapped in my throat. I could lose my job if I even entertained the thought of giving in. But

“This party is sick!”Someone screamed above the blaring bass, their voice slurring through a laugh. I looked around, but I couldn’t tell who said it. Everyone wore a mask, including me. That had been my way in—blend in, don’t stand out.The room spun with flashing lights—blue, purple, red. Shadows moved everywhere. Bodies grinding against each other, drinks spilling, smoke floating near the ceiling. Someone was making out on the couch. Someone else was throwing up into a trash can. Typical.But I wasn’t here for the party.My fingers tightened around the drink in my hand. I hadn’t touched it. Just holding it made me blend in more. No one would question me, not with the mask on. I wore black from head to toe, just like everyone else. Just another rich brat partying the night away.Only I had a purpose.I turned my head slowly, scanning the sea of masked faces until my eyes locked on him.Nikolai Petrova.My arch nemesis. The guy who thought he was untouchable. The guy who smiled like

The musky, masculine taste of his cock flooded my senses as I wrapped my lips around it. My tongue swirled instinctively, stroking the sensitive underside and tasting the salty pre-cum leaking from his tip. His cock was huge and hot in my mouth, stretching my lips wide as I struggled to fit him in. But even as he made me choke on his thick meat, my own cock throbbed with shameful arousal.He grabbed my hair roughly, fingers tangling in the short strands as he pulled me forward. "Take it, cocksucker," he growled, pressing deeper until I felt him bump the back of my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but he only chuckled darkly and pushed harder, forcing me to swallow around him.The humiliation and degradation only fueled the fire in my veins. I could feel my face flushing red as he used my mouth like a cheap whore, fucking into my throat with no regard for my comfort. I tried to breathe through my nose but he went too deep, too fast. The world spun as I choked and sputtere