All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART VIII

I shifted the gear, my fingers firm even though my hands trembled. The tires gave a soft squeal as I pulled forward, the garage swallowing the sound as the mansion gates began to slide open.And there it was—the city. The glowing skyline stretched in the distance, shimmering against the dark velvet of the night sky. It looked alive, wild, and free, like it was calling me forward. My chest lifted as I pressed my foot harder on the gas, speeding out of the gates, leaving the mansion behind.But no matter how fast I drove, no matter how far the lights of the city pulled me, I couldn’t shake the shadow of him. Emiliano Russo. His ghost clung to me, riding with me in silence.Or maybe… not so silent.I pulled up to the front of the club, the neon sign flashing in bold red letters that lit up the whole street. Music thumped from inside, heavy and wild, like the heartbeat of the place itself. My chest buzzed with every beat, and for a second I almost turned the car around. But then I remembe

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART IX

I froze, my breath locking in my chest.Little bunny.That stupid nickname. The one I swore I hated, the one that had been echoing in my head all week even when I tried to forget.My eyes widened as the second part sank in. On the house.My head snapped up, and I stared at the champagne like it had turned into a bomb.It wasn’t just any champagne. It wasn’t just any note.This was his.Emiliano Russo’s.The realization hit me like ice water, sending a shiver down my spine even in the hot, crowded club.Sophia leaned closer, curiosity painted across her face. “What does it say?” she asked, tilting her head to peek at the paper.I swallowed hard, shoving the note down into my lap before she could read it. “Nothing. Just—uh, a welcome note or something.” My voice sounded weak even to me.Her eyes narrowed. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”I groaned internally, pressing my palms against my eyes. Out of all the clubs in this massive city, I had chosen his. Out of all the places I c

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART X

The word hit me like a strike to the chest, making my breath hitch. My stomach twisted, my palms sweaty as I clutched the glass tighter, afraid I might drop it. “You’re insane,” I whispered, shaking my head, though my voice wobbled and betrayed me.“Maybe,” he replied smoothly, his eyes never moving away from mine. They pinned me to my seat like invisible chains. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you came here. To my club. Sat in my VIP section. Drank my champagne.” His jaw tightened, his voice dropping lower, sharper, every word cutting into me. “Tell me, little bunny… was that an accident? Or were you secretly hoping I’d find you?”My lips parted, but nothing came out. My mind scrambled for a sharp denial, something to shut him down, but all I could feel was the heat of his stare. It pressed against me like fire, stripping away every layer I had, leaving me bare and vulnerable in front of him.I swallowed hard, my throat dry, forcing myself to speak. “I didn’t know this was yo

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XI

He reached up slowly, brushing his knuckles down my cheek. The touch was featherlight, yet it sent shivers racing down my spine. His eyes softened for a moment, but the hunger in them never faded.“You keep telling yourself you don’t want me,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, “but your body tells me something else every single time.”I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to steady myself, trying to remember why I should hate him, why I needed to push him away. But when I opened them again, he was still there, inches away, his gaze burning through me like fire.And for the first time that night, I realized I wasn’t just trapped in this bathroom with Emiliano Russo.I was trapped with my own desire.His hand lingered on my cheek, his thumb brushing dangerously close to my lips. I tried to turn my head, to put even the smallest space between us, but he caught my chin gently and tilted my face back toward him.“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice rough and low, almo

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XII

I whimpered softly into his mouth, the sound muffled but still clear enough for him to hear. He chuckled low in his chest, the vibration rumbling against my lips, smug and satisfied. “So responsive,” he murmured between kisses, his words brushing hot against my mouth.I tried to press my legs together, tried to trap the heat building inside me, but his hand slid between, parting them with a firm, unyielding grip. His fingers stroked higher, brushing over the sensitive skin just shy of where I needed him most. The teasing made me gasp, my nails digging into his shirt as if that could anchor me.“Emiliano…” His name slipped out in a shaky whisper, unbidden, betraying me.“Yes, little bunny?” he breathed against my lips, his smirk curving wickedly. “Say it again.”I shook my head weakly, refusing, but he only rewarded my silence with another slow brush of his fingers against my inner thigh, so close it made my stomach tighten and my body arch toward him.My lips parted with another soft

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SUBMITTING TO MY ENEMY PART XIII

Two days later, I finally broke. I couldn’t fight it anymore. The piece of paper had been haunting me like a ghost, tucked away in my bedside drawer where I thought it would stay forgotten. But it never left me alone. Every time I changed clothes or reached for something inside that drawer, I’d see the folded edge peeking out, like it was daring me.Tonight, I couldn’t ignore it. My hands trembled as I pulled it out, unfolding the creases slowly, almost reverently, as if it was more than just a scrap of paper. His handwriting stared back at me, bold and messy, like him. An address. Not a hotel, not some random meeting place—no. It was a penthouse. His penthouse. His personal world.I sat on the edge of my bed staring at it until my chest ached. I knew what this meant. Going there wasn’t casual. Going there was a choice I couldn’t take back. It was me stepping right into his hands, into his game. Into his arms.And still… I stood.I opened my wardrobe and pulled out the one thing I had

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XIV

The cool night air rushed around me, brushing against my bare legs. My coat barely covered me, and the brush of wind felt like hands trailing over my skin. My heels clicked softly on the pavement as I crossed toward the glass doors, the sound echoing too loudly in my ears. But I lifted my chin higher, pretending I had walked into places like this all my life.Inside, the lobby stole my breath all over again. The floors were polished marble, so shiny I could see faint reflections of the golden lights above. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and something floral, almost like roses. Every corner of the room gleamed, as if someone cleaned it every hour. There wasn’t a speck of dust, not a single thing out of place.It was elegant. Expensive. Just like his club had been.My heels tapped softly as I walked across the wide lobby, each step a reminder that I wasn’t supposed to be here. But Emiliano had given me the floor and the code. He wanted me here. He was waiting for me. The t

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XV

The words I said tasted bitter in my mouth, like poison I had forced myself to swallow. But I pushed them out anyway, staring at him with a defiance I barely felt. I wanted him to believe I was in control, that I knew exactly why I was here, even if deep down I knew I was lying to myself. My hands trembled slightly at my sides, hidden by the folds of my coat, and my stomach twisted so tightly it felt like I was holding back sickness.Emiliano didn’t answer right away. He didn’t even move. He just stood there, glass of scotch still resting on the table beside him, his sharp blue eyes locked on me. The weight of his gaze made my skin burn. His eyes dragged over my face, down my body, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every detail. The silence stretched between us so long that my chest grew tight, and my fingers itched to fidget with the edge of my coat just to break the tension.And then—it came. That smirk. That slow, dangerous curve of his lips that always made my knees feel

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XVI

My cheeks warmed, and I hated myself for it. I shoved another bite into my mouth just to avoid answering. The pasta was still delicious, creamy with a hint of spice, the kind of meal that lingered on your tongue. I wanted to ask how he’d made it, but I bit my tongue. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I cared.The clinking of forks against plates filled the silence. I tried not to look at him, but I couldn’t help it. My eyes betrayed me, darting up every few seconds, stealing glances. And every single time, I caught him watching me. Not in a casual way. Not like he was bored. No—his gaze was sharp, intense, almost hungry. Like he was memorizing me.I shifted in my chair, my legs crossing beneath the table, trying to look unaffected. “So,” I muttered, needing to break the silence before I drowned in it, “is this your thing? Luring women here with food?”One corner of his mouth lifted, that infuriating half-smirk of his. “No. Just you.”Heat flared in my stomach at hi

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SUBMITTING TO THE ENEMY PART XVII

His fingers tugged gently, but the sound of the knot loosening thundered in my ears like a gunshot. The coat fell open with a soft rustle, slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet.He pulled back just enough to look down at me. His eyes darkened instantly, his chest rising sharply as he sucked in a breath. His gaze lingered, slow and heavy, taking in the sight of the red lingerie clinging to my body.For a long moment, he said nothing. His jaw clenched, his hand still hovering at my waist as if he was fighting some invisible restraint. Finally, his voice came out rougher, harsher, like it had been dragged straight from his chest. “You’re going to be the death of me, little bunny.”The words rumbled out of him like a confession he hadn’t meant to speak aloud. His eyes dragged over me again, slow and deliberate, tracing every inch of the red lace hugging my body. I felt exposed under his stare, like he was peeling away more than just the fabric—I felt like he was stripping me

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