Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection): Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Chapter 3The moment the door slams shut behind me, their hands are already on me….rough and fast. Iris’s fingers dig into my upper arm, her nails biting into my skin as she shoves me forward, my heels stumbling over the threshold. Vale’s is right behind me, silent but suffocating, his breath hot against the back of my neck. Iris spins me, her other hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my spine arches. The dress ... .Iris's dress, the one she forced me into earlier, rips under Vale’s hands as he grabs the neckline and tears it down the middle. The sound of fabric giving way is loud in the quiet room. Cool air hits my exposed skin, my tits heaving as I gasp. My wrists are still bound in the remnants of my own dress from the club.“You asked for this,” Vale’s voice rumbles, low and dark, right against my ear. His fingers wrap around my throat, “You agreed. Now shut up and take it.”I open my mouth to protest, but Iris’s hand clamps over it, She shoves me backward, my

Chapter 1By sunset the village was already quieter than usual. Doors were shut early, windows covered, fires burned low as if light itself might draw attention. No one liked to speak about what the Blood Moon meant, but everyone felt it. It was not just a superstition or an old story meant to frighten children. It was a night when promises were remembered and debts were called.I tried to pretend it was like any other evening.I sat beside my father near the hearth, mending the sleeve of his only winter coat. The fabric was worn thin at the elbow, and I had to be careful not to pull the thread too tight. My father was humming softly under his breath, the same tune he always hummed when he wanted to calm himself. He did not look at the window once, but I noticed how his shoulders stayed tense.Outside, the sky was turning red.Not the soft pink of a normal sunset. This was deeper. Thicker. Like something bleeding slowly across the horizon.“Finish that before it gets too dark to see,

Chapter 3“Look at you,” he growls, sitting back on his heels to drink in the sight of me… naked, flushed, trembling. His gaze rakes over me like a physical touch, lingering on the way my thighs glisten with my own arousal. “Spread your legs.”I hesitate for half a second before obeying, my thighs falling open. His golden eyes darken, hunger flashing across his face as he takes in my swollen, dripping pussy. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up my inner thighs, pushing them wider. “And all mine.”Then his mouth is on me.I cry out, my back bowing off the bed as his tongue drags through my folds, slow and deliberate. He groans against me, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me open as he feasts, his tongue swirling around my clit before diving inside me.“Aerin…” His name is a broken gasp, my fingers twisting in the silk sheets. He growls, the sound muffled against my pussy, and then his fingers j

Chapter 5Varkia’s PovMy smirk deepens as my fingers trail over the darkening bruises on Nyah’s throat, my touch deliberate, possessive. The moonlight shines over her skin, highlighting every mark I’ve left on her, every bite, every grip, every place where my hands have claimed her. Her breath hitches, her chest rising sharply as my thumb presses just hard enough to make her gasp. "You want him, don’t you?" My voice is a low, venomous purr, dripping with amusement. "The gentle one. The one who pretends to care." My lips brush the shell of her ear, my breath hot, my words a blade twisting between her ribs. "But you know the truth, little wolf. You know what you really crave."Her body betrays her. A shiver races down her spine, her nipples tightening under my gaze, her thighs pressing together instinctively. I can smell her, so fucking sweet and musky, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, mingling with the iron tang of the garden’s magic. Her fingers dig into the stone benc

Chapter 1Dylan cut across the ice like a pro, as he passed the puck to his teammate and took it right back. The crowd roared with cheers, but my eyes never left him. This was his biggest game of the season, and he knew it. You could see it in the way he carried himself even in the way he played.God he looked so good.I forced a breath through my nose.I was a man.I reminded myself of that often these days, especially when my pulse did something stupid every time Dylan looked my way.Dylan was a man too. Not just any man, the kind that made you stare without meaning to, the kind that didn’t feel real until he was suddenly too close. One week ago, at his party, under the moonlight in his parents’ garden, he’d kissed me. Then he’d pulled away like i was repulsive and disappeared without a word.No explanation. or text. not even an apology.Just the memory of his mouth on mine and the question that wouldn’t shut up in my head: why would a guy I’d always thought was straight kiss me