All Chapters of Wet Sin {Collection}: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Naomi had been unable to conceive for eight years.Three different men who had promised to love her, to build a family with her. And every single one of them had left.The first husband had lasted two years before the pressure became too much. The second lasted three years. He was kinder, more patient—but patience has limits. When the third round of IVF failed, he'd stopped coming home for dinner. Then he stopped coming home at all.The third husband had lasted only one year. He'd walked out the door the moment the doctor confirmed what she'd already feared. She'd tried everything. Fertility clinics with their cold, sterile rooms and sympathetic smiles. Herbal remedies that tasted of dirt and desperation. Prayer. Endless, desperate prayer. She'd visited churches of every denomination, even a small synagogue she'd found online, knelt at every altar, begged every god who might be listening. But the heavens remained silent.Her latest husband had left six months ago, and the loneliness

Daniel and Iris had shared a bed since childhood.It started when they were five, two small bodies curled together under a single blanket, their breathing syncing in the dark. They'd shared everything: a room, a bed, meals, secrets, the same birthday. When one was sick, the other stayed close. They were twins, two halves of the same whole.But they were nothing alike.Iris was an albino. Her skin was pale as milk, her hair white as fresh snow, her eyes a pale, translucent blue that seemed to catch light in strange ways. She was introverted, quiet, content to sit by the window with a book while the world moved on without her. She didn't have or want many friends. Daniel was her opposite. He had warm brown skin, dark hair, and eyes that sparkled with mischief. He was loud, playful, always moving. He had a dozen friends and a hundred places to be. He played football, went to parties, laughed easily and often.But every night, he came home to Iris; he climbed into the same bed they'd sha

His hand found her waist and gripped it firmly, Iris stiffened. "Is this... is it really necessary for you to hold my waist?"Daniel's voice went low. “I'm trying to balance myself here."She paused for a second. "Well... all right."His hand began to wander against her skin. Her stomach tightened.Then his fingers found her nipple.She gasped. "Daniel... are you sure what you're doing is part of the bathing?"He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Just calm down. There's nothing to fear. This is just normal stuff."He continued to rub her nipple gently, then with more pressure. Little by little, the sensation shifted from strange to something that made her knees weak and her head hazy.I shouldn't be doing this, she thought. This is wrong.But her body didn't care.Her hand moved on its own, reaching up to cover his. But instead of pushing him away, she pressed his hand harder against her breast. Daniel's breath hitched. He cupped her fully, squeezing gently, his thum

The confined space of the elevator seemed to shrink further around them, though the closeness now carried a charged, welcome heat rather than fear. Lucy’s body molded against William’s, the soft press of her breasts evident through her blouse.His hand rose to cradle the back of her neck as the kiss deepened. She pulled back after a moment, breath coming in quick bursts.“William… I know this is reckless. But it’s the only thing keeping me from losing my mind in this metal box.”He answered without words, claiming her mouth again, tongue sliding against hers. His hands traveled down her back and drew her fully onto his lap. Her pencil skirt rode higher along her thighs as she straddled him, settling against the growing hardness beneath her.A soft moan escaped her as she ground against him, feeling him stiffen even more. “God, Lucy,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re driving me crazy.”Trembling fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt until she could push the fabric open and

Edward was sprawled across the living room couch, one leg hooked over the armrest.The television threw blue-white light across the walls. Gunfire crackled through the speakers. The volume was up high—which was why he didn't hear his father come in at all."Edward."He didn't look up. "Yeah.""I'm bringing my new wife here tomorrow."The controller went still in his hands.For a second he didn't move at all; he just stared at the frozen screen.He turned his head, as if he hadn't quite heard right. His father stood beside the couch in his work shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow."For what reason?""That's none of your business." His father walked past him toward the kitchen. "And for your information, she's living with us from tomorrow onward. So get used to it."Edward sat up. The controller slid off his lap and hit the cushion."Living with us?""You heard me.""I'm twenty-three years old," Edward said; he could hear his own voice climbing, "I don't need a…""“Edward!”That was enou