All Chapters of DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I thought maybe he’d let me rest. Maybe after the way he wrecked me, he’d be satisfied.But I was wrong.He grabbed me by the throat, still trembling on the bed, and whispered against my ear:“You’ve tasted my cock, pet. Now you’ll taste Hell.”Before I could protest, the world shifted. The air grew heavy, thick with heat and smoke. My stomach lurched as if I were falling—falling, falling until the bed, the room, everything dissolved.And then I was chained again, but this time not to sheets.Stone. Cold, jagged, dripping with firelight. I was spread wide against a wall of black rock, glowing veins of lava pulsing beneath me. The air stung my lungs, and the screams… oh God, the screams echoed all around.Hell.And he stood before me—naked now, every inch of him carved muscle and sin, tattoos glowing like embers across his skin. His cock hung thick and heavy, already hard again, veins standing out like he was made to destroy me.“You wanted to play games with men,” he said, stroking hi

My body still burned from his brand. The symbols carved into my wrists and thighs glowed faintly, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I could feel them inside me, seared into my soul, thrumming with Damien’s power.I thought maybe—just maybe—he’d finally be satisfied. But Damien never stopped when I thought he would.He stood from the throne, pulling me with him by my branded wrist. My legs were weak, my body trembling, but the chains dragged me upright. I stumbled after him, naked, raw, cum dripping down my thighs.The cavern erupted in growls and laughter as the demons watched. Their eyes burned with hunger, claws scraping stone, fangs bared.Damien shoved me forward until I fell to my knees on the black stone floor. His hand gripped my hair tight, yanking my head back so everyone could see my face.“Look at her,” he snarled to the crowd. His voice echoed like thunder. “The mortal who thought she could tempt me. The girl who begged for my cock like it was salvation.”The demons roare

My legs shook as I slumped against the door, my body still twitching from the orgasm he’d ripped out of me. I thought maybe just maybe—he was done.But Zayan didn’t even pull out.He kept me pinned there, his cock still buried deep inside me, thick and hard as ever. His hand slid up my spine, then tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so I had no choice but to look at him over my shoulder.“You thought I was finished?” His smirk was dark, dangerous. “Sweetheart, that was just me warming up.”He thrust again—hard, sudden—making me gasp. My nails scraped the wood of the door as he started moving again, deeper, rougher, his hips snapping with brutal rhythm.“Zayan, I—I can’t. . .”“You can,” he snarled, fucking me harder. “You’ll take every inch until you can’t even stand. Until your body remembers me.”My legs nearly buckled with every thrust, but his grip on my hair kept me upright. The sound of his skin slamming against mine echoed in the silent hall, filthy and obscene.He bent do

My body was still shaking when Zayan hauled me up by the hair. My legs barely held me, but he didn’t care. His eyes burned through the mirror, and the sight of his cum dripping down my ass made his smirk sharpen.“Not done,” he muttered, dragging me back into the bedroom.I collapsed onto the bed, but his hand shoved me flat on my stomach. The sheets clung to my damp skin, my heartbeat hammering as I heard him open the drawer on his nightstand.The low hum filled the air.My eyes went wide.“No—Zayan. . .”“Yes.” His voice was final. The toy—a sleek, buzzing vibrator pressed against my swollen clit, and I cried out instantly, my whole body jerking. The overstimulation made my thighs snap shut, but he forced them apart with one knee, his hand locking my wrists above my head.“You think you’re finished?” he growled, pushing the toy harder against me until my hips lifted off the mattress. “You’re not finished until I say.”“Please—ahh—too much!” I whimpered, writhing under him.He only l

I told myself I wasn’t going back.But the unfinished tattoo burned on my ribs like an invitation. Every time I touched the sore skin, I thought about his hands, his cock, the way he made me scream.By the next afternoon, I was standing at his door again.The shop was quiet this time closed to the public. The sign on the door said appointment only.Jace was waiting. Leaning against his chair, arms folded, tattoos flexing over hard muscle. His dark eyes locked on me the second I walked in.“You came back,” he said, like he already knew I would.“I—I need the tattoo finished.” My voice wavered.He smirked. “That’s what you think you’re here for?”Before I could reply, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside, slamming the door shut. His mouth crashed against mine, tongue forcing in, his kiss rough, claiming. I melted instantly, moaning into him, my body betraying me.When he pulled back, his hand slid into my hair, tugging hard enough to make me gasp. “Strip.”My pulse stuttered. “Here?