All Chapters of Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 5The moment Cole’s lips pull free from my soaked pussy, his body still trembles from the forced orgasm, Varek’s massive hand clamps around his throat. The wizard’s fingers dig into his skin, lifting him effortlessly from the floor as if he weighs nothing. Coles legs kick weakly, his cock is still half-hard from the witches’ torment, they’re twitching against his thigh. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as Varek’s grip tightens just enough to remind him who’s in control.“Pathetic,” Varek rumbles, his voice a deep, guttural growl. “You think that’s how you please a woman?” His free hand slaps Cole’s ass hard enough to make him yelp, the sound echoing off the damp stone walls of the dungeon. “Aurora deserves better than a sniveling hunter who can’t even make her scream.”I step forward, my bare feet silent against the cold floor. The nipple clamps glint as I moves, the chain between them swaying with each breath i take. My fingers trail down my stomach, sli

Chapter 1The catsuit was already halfway up my thighs when I realized I’d rushed it.I stopped, pulled it back down a little, fixed the fold behind my knee, then tried again. This time it slid the way it was supposed to.It was tight, too tight. I zipped it up in one pull and rolled my shoulders, feeling the stretch hurt and then ease.I wore nothing underneath. No panties. No seams, nothing to grab if someone got their hands on me.I checked the gun. Then again, because my fingers wouldn’t stay still. Everything was perfect. The plan was risky but could work.The injector sat flat against my side. And I pressed it once just to make sure it was there.Marco Don Rocco was still alive, and that was a mistake I intended to correct.He’d built his empire on blood and using others. He was the kind of man who never raised his voice because he never needed to.His family was untouchable and protected. Surrounded by men who were loyal and would bare their lives for the rocks.If I killed him

Chapter 3I should fight. But my body is on fire, my mind fogged with need. When his fingers pull free, I whimper at the loss, my hips lifting instinctively.The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass, the stretch immediate and burning. I was tense, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts.“Relax,” he commands, his voice a dark growl. His hand tightens in my hair, his other gripping my hip, holding me in place. “Or don’t. I don’t care if it hurts.”He pushes forward, inch by agonizing inch, my body resisting before giving way. The burn is intense, my muscles clenching around him, but he doesn’t stop.His hips press flush against my ass, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. I’m full…too full, my breath coming in ragged gasps.“Fuck,” I choke out, my fingers curling into fists.Marco’s chuckle is a dark, satisfied sound. “That’s the idea.” He pulls back slowly, then slams back in, the force of it driving the air from my lungs.I cried out, the sound muffled against the sheet

Chapter 5Dante and Luca step back, they're done for now. I hang between them, my breath ragged, my body trembling from denial, and all the teasing. My wrists ache in the cuffs, my skin flushed, my pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need. I swallowed hard, my lips still swollen from Dante’s bruising kiss, my clit pulsing where Luca’s fingers had stretched and tormented me. Then the door at the top of the stairs creaks open. Heavy footsteps come down, slowly, I lift my head, my pulse spiking as Marco and Enzo step into view. The rivalry between them is obvious; Marco's dark eyes lock onto me with possessive hunger, while Enzo smirks like he’s already won. They don’t acknowledge Dante or Luca. They don’t spare them a glance. This isn’t their game anymore. It’s theirs. And I’m the prize. Marco moves first, his hand shooting out to grip my wrist, yanking me toward him with enough force to make me gasp. The chains rattle as I stumble, my bare feet slipping on the cold floor before I’m

Chapter 6Marco’s fingers dig deeper into my hips, his grip bruising as he slams into me with a grunt, his cock thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy. The wooden table creaks beneath us, the rough grain biting into my back as I arche, my cuffed wrists scraping against the edge. Enzo still has his hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make me gasp, my lungs burning for air. His other hand twists in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze, dark, possessive and hungry.“Look at you,” Enzo sneers, his voice a low rasp. “Taking his cock like a good little whore. But we both know who you really belong to.”Marco snarls, his rhythm stuttering for just a second before he redoubles his efforts, his hips snapping against mine with enough force to make the table shudder. “She’s mine bastard,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Every fucking inch of me is mine.”I whimpers, my body caught between them, my pussy clenching around Ma