All Chapters of Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem erotica): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Darcelle's POV:I pulled back from Noah slowly, lips glistening, a deliberate swipe of my tongue across the swollen head before I released him with a soft pop. His chest heaved, abs contracting in aftershocks, dark eyes glazed and still burning.“Your turn,” I murmured, voice husky, crawling backward off the bed on hands and knees so the emerald silk rode high over my hips, exposing the black lace thong and the wet spot already darkening the center.Steve was closest. He stepped forward without hesitation, cock already in hand, thick and flushed, veins standing proud. I stayed on all fours at the edge of the mattress, ass presented, back arched just enough to make the gown pool around my waist like spilled ink.He didn’t speak, just gripped my hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh above the lace, and yanked the thong down my thighs in one rough motion. The cool air hit my soaked core and I whimpered.“Fuck, look at you,” Steve rasped, voice wrecked. One hand slid between my legs fr

Christopher's POV:I had already stayed at Mary’s for three nights. I could tell she was getting really short on money because Darcelle had made sure no prominent company hires her. She would ask me for money once her savings died down, so I left before she had the chance to and blocked her number.I pulled out my phone and saw the launch Darcelle had organised yesterday. I huffed.I was here living through hell while she dressed like a slut and organised parties. No worries though because today I was going to implement my plan. A plan which will destroy her future for good.I pulled up to a strip club downtown. This was where he told me he'd meet me. Girls high on drugs in daylight lay around near poles half naked. The whole place smelt of liquor and piss.A guy in a stained tank top nodded me toward a back booth. There he was, Ricky. He owned the black market for getting information out of anywhere one could want.“What’s the job?”, he said sliding a beer towards me.I leaned in. “

Darcelle’s POVThe weekend came fast, two days after the invitation landed on my desk. Noah had texted that morning: “Pick you up at noon. Dress casual. We’re making a day of it.”He arrived in a black convertible, top down, wearing jeans and a simple white button down, sleeves rolled to show his forearms. He looked relaxed, but his eyes lit up when I stepped out in a sundress and flats.“You look beautiful,” he said, leaning over to open the passenger door from inside.I slid in, the leather warm from the sun. “You look pretty good yourself. Where to first?”He smiled, pulling out of the drive. “Designer row downtown. I know a place that does custom for events like this. They’ll have dresses for you, suits for me.”The drive was easy, wind in my hair, radio low with some old jazz track. We talked about nothing big, just favorite coffee spots, a bad movie we both hated, the way the city smelled after rain. His hand found mine halfway there, fingers lacing loose and natural. No rush

Noah's POV:We got to the airport in the morning to fly to New York for the event. Darcie slept through the whole way because she had gone to Josh's the previous night. I didn't even know she owned a private jet till we discussed it yesterday. The one I own is more fuel consuming so we flew through hers. The plane landed a while after she had woken up. A reserved car came to pick us up. The chauffeur seemed old and stern, almost like my grandfather who is always so set in his old ways that he still refuses to use a smart phone.New York seemed like it was screaming for attention like it always did. The weather wasn't gloomy like it was back there. The sun was up and shining.We reached our hotel and I instantly went to the receptionist to get our keys and check in since Darcelle was still half asleep. The way her hair fell over her shoulders in big soft curls was so mesmerizing that I almost collided with the glass door.“Reservation for Noah Morgan and Darcelle Vance, penthouse sui

Darcelle’s POVThe suite door slammed shut. Noah’s mouth crashed onto mine the second the lock clicked. Hard, desperate, tongue pushing past my lips like he’d been holding back since the moment we landed. I kissed him back just as fiercely, hands yanking at his bow tie, pulling it loose while he backed me toward the bed. His fingers found the zipper at my side, dragged it down tooth by tooth, the sound loud in the quiet room. The blue velvet loosened, slipped off one shoulder. Cool air kissed my skin.He peeled the gown lower, exposing my breasts. His mouth followed hot, wet, sucking one nipple hard while his hand cupped the other, thumb rolling the peak until I gasped. I tugged at his shirt, buttons popping open. His chest was hot under my palms, heart hammering.“Fuck, Darcie,” he rasped against my skin, voice wrecked. “You’ve been killing me in this dress all night.”I arched into him, fingers working his belt open.“Then take it off me.”He growled low, hands shoving the gown past