All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Walking into the mansion, the first thing I heard was yelling. Sharp, angry yelling that cut through the quiet halls like a knife. My stomach twisted into knots, but I couldn’t stop myself. I ran up the stairs, two steps at a time, my heart thumping so loud it felt like it might burst out of my chest. The yelling was louder now, more desperate, more dangerous. I knew exactly where it was coming from—my mum and stepfather’s room.When I reached the doorway, my legs nearly gave out. What I saw made my whole body freeze, like time had stopped. My mum was lying in bed with another man. They were both scrambling under the blanket, trying to cover themselves, but it was useless. My stepfather was standing over them, his face red with anger, veins standing out on his neck. He was shouting, his voice rough and full of fury, telling her to get out. My mum’s hands were raised, begging, pleading for him to calm down, her voice trembling. The man in the bed looked like he wanted to disappear. I c

It really began that morning when one of Luca’s business partners came to the office. I didn’t think much of it at first. Business partners came and went all the time, and most of them barely noticed me. But this time, it was different.The man’s name was Mr. Robin. He looked to be about Luca’s age, maybe mid-to-late forties. He was tall, slim, with gray streaks running through his dark hair, and he wore an expensive suit that probably cost more than my whole wardrobe. On the surface, he was attractive enough, but he didn’t hold a candle to Luca. Nobody did. Luca had this commanding aura, the kind of presence that made everyone else look smaller around him. His sharp jawline, dark eyes, and the strength in the way he carried himself were enough to make people take a step back. Beside him, Mr. Robin seemed… ordinary.Still, the way his eyes landed on me made me uncomfortable right away.I had gone to get coffee for them. It was something small, something I didn’t mind doing, just to he

The waitress came to take our order, her perfume hitting me before her voice did. She barely looked at me, her eyes locked on Luca like I didn’t even exist. The way she smiled at him made my stomach knot. Her lips were painted a glossy red, and she leaned across the table, just a little too close, holding her notepad like she was performing.Luca didn’t seem fazed. His expression stayed calm, unreadable as always, but when she asked what he wanted, his voice came out smooth and deep. He ordered without hesitation, not even glancing at the menu.Then his gaze shifted to me. Just me. “What about you?” he asked, his tone softer somehow, like the rest of the world didn’t matter.I fumbled with the menu, suddenly aware of the waitress’s eyes on me, sharp and heavy, like she wanted me gone. My palms were sweaty, my throat dry, but I forced the words out and told her my choice.The look she gave me after was full of contempt, like I had just taken something that belonged to her. She lingered

The next morning, I stood in front of my closet longer than usual. My hands slid over the fabrics, but my mind was already made up. Today, I wasn’t just going to dress for work. I was going to dress for him. I pulled out my black pencil skirt, the one that always hugged my hips and thighs in a way that made me feel bold. Sliding it up my legs, I smoothed the fabric down and turned in the mirror. It fit like a second skin. Then I reached for a crisp white shirt. It was fitted, just tight enough to pull across my chest, the top buttons undone so a hint of cleavage peeked through.At my dresser, I leaned closer to the mirror and applied red lipstick slowly, carefully. My heart pounded with every stroke, because it felt like I was painting myself into a different woman—someone daring, someone who wasn’t afraid of Luca Morreno. Finally, I pushed a pair of black-rimmed glasses onto my nose, tilting my head to the side as I studied my reflection. My hair fell in soft waves over my shoulders.

“I didn’t—” My voice shook, my protest dying halfway. I swallowed hard. “Luca, I didn’t encourage him. I swear. You were watching… you saw me say no.”He leaned in, his face inches from mine now. I could feel his breath against my cheek, warm and heavy. His eyes dipped briefly to my lips before rising back to my eyes, and my knees went weak.“I don’t want to see another man near you like that again,” he said, his voice low and rough, each word heavy with command. “You are mine. Do you understand?”My entire body heated, my face flushed red, and I could barely nod. My words tangled in my throat, but I managed a shaky whisper.“Yes… I understand.”His eyes darkened even more at my answer, like the words had pleased him but weren’t enough to satisfy the fire raging inside him. He looked like a man fighting himself, torn between control and giving in. Slowly, almost as if he wasn’t sure he had the right, his hand lifted. My breath caught the moment his fingers brushed my jaw. The touch wa