Todos os capítulos de WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Zoe P O V The elevator lurched violently, throwing me against Kai’s hard chest before the whole thing shuddered to a dead stop. The lights flickered, then dropped to that awful dim red emergency glow. My heart hammered so loud I could hear it in my ears. We were stuck. Really, actually stuck.“Shit,” I breathed, pressing the emergency button over and over. Nothing but angry static answered me. Kai tried his phone. No bars. Of course there weren’t—middle of a remote luxury resort, half the staff already off for the night. Our family was probably still at dinner three floors down, completely unaware.Kai leaned back against the mirrored wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. The tight black t-shirt he wore stretched across his tattoos and muscles. Twenty-three years old and he still looked like the kind of trouble I was warned about my whole life. My stepbrother. The one I wasn’t supposed to want.“Looks like we’re not going anywhere for a while, little sis,” he said, that low, mocki

Luna’s POVThe adrenaline from the concert still buzzed in my veins when we arrived at Damien’s private studio deep in the basement of our mansion. It was well past midnight, and the house was silent except for the low hum of the recording equipment.I had changed into something simple — a loose cropped hoodie and tiny black shorts with nothing underneath. My body was still sensitive from the vibrating dildo and the hard fuck backstage. Damien noticed, of course. He always noticed everything.“Warm up on the new track,” he said, leaning back in the producer chair with that commanding look in his steel-gray eyes. “ ‘Crimson Echo.’ Give me three full run-throughs. I want it raw and needy.”I stepped into the vocal booth, slipped on the headphones, and started singing. The song was sensual and dark, full of breathy whispers and aching high notes. As I sang, I felt his eyes burning into me through the glass. Halfway through the first take, he turned on the vibrator still buried deep

Lila p o v My chest heaved as Marcus poured a fresh stream of warm oil directly over my breasts. The slick liquid cascaded over my heavy, full tits, making them glisten under the soft lights. They were always my proudest feature—big, round, and perky despite their size. His large hands descended immediately, cupping them from the sides and squeezing firmly.He massaged them in slow, possessive circles, thumbs flicking over my stiff nipples. I arched my back, pushing my oily tits harder into his palms. He pinched both nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I whimpered. Then he pressed my breasts together, squeezing them inward until they formed a deep, slick valley of cleavage. Oil pooled there as he slid his thumbs up and down the valley, teasing what it would feel like to have his cock there later.Pleasure sparked through me with every squeeze. My pussy clenched emptily, dripping onto the table.He moved lower, pouring more oil over my belly. His palm smoothed it in

Lila p o v I was still trembling, my pussy pulsing from the brutal butterfly fucking, when Marcus flipped me over onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He yanked my hips up roughly, forcing me into a deep arch.“Ass up, princess,” he growled.I obeyed instantly, pushing my big oily ass high in the air, face and tits pressed down into the soaked massage table. The doggy position made me feel deliciously exposed—my stretched pussy and tight asshole completely on display for him.Marcus poured a thick stream of warm oil directly onto my asshole. I gasped at the sensation as it trickled down over my sensitive ring, dripping onto my swollen pussy lips. He used two fingers to spread the oil around, circling my tight hole before pushing one finger inside, then two, scissoring me open.“So fucking tight,” he muttered.He positioned his thick cock at my asshole and pushed forward. The fat head popped past my ring, stretching me wide. I cried out, fingers gripping the sheets as he slowly

Annie P O V My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. The rope bit into my wrists as the van jolted over rough ground. I was wedged between Mom and my stepdad, Marcus. The black hood over my head made everything worse—every breath hot and panicked, every sound amplified. Six men. That’s how many voices I’d counted when they grabbed us from the parking garage after dinner.“Stay calm, Annie,” Marcus whispered beside me, his deep voice trying to be steady. His shoulder pressed against mine. Mom was sobbing quietly on my other side. I should have been terrified. Yes I was terrified. But underneath the fear was something darker, something that made my thighs clench together.I wasn’t wearing panties.I’d done it on purpose tonight—slipped out of them in the restaurant bathroom because I loved the thrill of teasing Marcus on the drive home. Short plaid skirt, tight white crop top, no bra, no panties. Just our little secret game. Now that decision was about to bite m