บททั้งหมดของ DIRTY, ROTTEN, ESCAPADES: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

WENDY'S POVMarch 17th, 2026I woke up feeling that heavy, delicious ache that only Nathaniel could leave behind. My body felt well-used, sensitized to the point where even the friction of the high-thread-count sheets against my thighs made my breath hitch. The last few days in Dublin had been a whirlwind of family reunions and public spectacles, but behind closed doors, it had been a masterclass in debauchery.The truth about Jordan and Annalise had finally come out in a jagged, ugly confrontation at a gala three nights ago. Seeing Nathaniel face the brother who had betrayed him and the woman who had gutted his trust made my heart ache. He wasn't just a grumpy boss, he was a man who had been forced to build a fortress around his heart just to survive. But as the days passed, the ice hadn't just melted, it had turned into a flood. He was charming, protective, and so deeply, darkly attentive that I found myself falling for him faster than I could track.My phone buzzed on the nightstan

WENDY'S POV "Oh fuck!!! Yes! More!" My head thrashed back, forth, and round and round, my hair a matted, wild halo of brown silk. Every muscle in my body was stretched taut, vibrating like a live wire. Nathaniel wasn't just licking and sucking me; he was eating me... literally devouring the pussy-banana-split he had constructed between my thighs. The feeling of his hot, rough tongue lapping up the sugary chocolate syrup and thick whipped cream from my sensitive folds was sending me into a delirium. I watched through half-lidded, glazed eyes as he worked, his face smeared with white foam and dark streaks of cocoa. He looked like a goddamn animal, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My pussy hole tightened, pulsing uncontrollably against his face as he sucked my clit with a vacuum-like intensity that made my vision go white. He finally reached the banana. I expected him to pull it out with his hands, but he leaned in, sinking his teeth into the soft fruit while it was still

On the other side of the lattice, Ryder's breath stopped. The crucifix dug deeper into his palm, metal biting into his skin as something dark and irreversible shifted inside him.The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the sound of their jagged breathing. Ryder's hand was no longer just adjusting; he was gripping his shaft through the cloth, his thumb swirling over the head as he imagined Ruth-Ann's mouth where his hand was."He's going to be my stepfather," she sobbed, her hand finally unbuttoning her jeans. She didn't care that they were in a house of God. She needed to feel something. She slid her hand inside, her fingers meeting the soaking-wet crotch of her panties. "But I don't want a father. I want him to ruin me.""Ruth-Ann..." Ryder warned, but his voice lacked any conviction. He heard the metallic clink of her zipper, the rustle of denim being pushed down. "Do you know what you're saying?""I'm saying I'm a whore, Father," she hissed, her voice dripping with

The scent of greasy Chinese takeout and the cloying perfume Bethany had practically bathed in the moment they got home filled the house.Bethany had scrambled to plate the almond chicken and lo mein onto her fine china, tossing the white cardboard cartons into the bottom of the trash to hide the evidence.Ruth-Ann stood in the doorway of the dining room, watching her mother with a mixture of disgust and secondhand embarrassment. Bethany had changed out of her funeral black and into a silk wrap dress that was so short it was bordering on a long shirt. The neckline plunged nearly to her navel, leaving very little to the imagination."Really, Mom?" Ruth-Ann asked, her voice flat."What? I'm thirty-four, not dead," Bethany snapped, glancing at herself in the hallway mirror and fluffing her blonde curls. She turned toward Ruth-Ann, her eyes narrowing at her daughter's modest, high-collared blouse. "Honestly, Ruth. If I had a body like yours, I wouldn't be hiding behind so many curtains of

"Give me a second," Ruth-Ann gasped, jumping up like she'd been burned. She stumbled toward the door, her legs shaking so hard she nearly fell. She yanked it open to see a tall, blonde boy standing there. He was wearing a pastel polo shirt with the collar popped and khaki shorts that looked freshly pressed. He was currently running a comb through his perfectly styled hair, looking like he belonged somewhere far more expensive than her front porch."Babe, I've been texting you all evening. Sup?""Dante! What are you doing here?""What do you mean? You forgot I was coming over to finish the final touches on that project for Chem class?"Dante stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his nose wrinkling as if the air itself didn't quite meet his standards."Oh, right! I totally forgot. Come in."Dante walked into the living room, his eyes instantly landing on Ryder, who was still standing by the sofa, looking like something carved out of shadow and stone."Where's your mom?" Dant