All Chapters of WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

***Diana’s POV*I found the messages by accident.Mom’s phone left unlocked on the kitchen counter. A thread of texts that made my stomach drop and then, almost immediately, twist into something colder and more useful. She was sleeping with my biological father again—the man she had divorced years ago, the man who was supposed to stay in the past. Hotel names. Late-night plans. Explicit photos. All of it while married to the man who had actually raised me for the last six years.I was nineteen. My stepfather, Julian, was forty-five. We had been circling each other for months with looks that lasted too long and accidental touches that neither of us pulled away from. I had never crossed the final line. Tonight I decided the line no longer mattered.I waited until Mom left for her “book club.” Julian was in his study reviewing contracts, glasses on, completely unaware that his marriage was already in pieces. I stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it.He looked up. “Diana? Everyth

**** *Elara’s POV*The bottle cost more than my monthly rent at school.My stepbrother, Caleb, set it on the kitchen island like it was nothing—deep red, heavy glass, label in a language I couldn’t read. Mom and his father were at a charity gala that would keep them out until well after midnight. The house was quiet. The lights were low. And Caleb was looking at me the way he always did when he had already decided how the night would end.I was nineteen. He was twenty-five. We had been crossing lines for months. Tonight he wanted a new one.“Take everything off,” he said. “And get on the counter.”I stripped without argument. The marble was cool against my bare skin when I lifted myself up and sat where he pointed. Caleb opened the wine with a soft pop, poured a small amount into a glass, and tasted it first. He nodded once, satisfied, then looked back at me.“Lie back.”I did. The moment I was stretched out on the island he tipped the bottle. A thin stream of cold, dark wine hit th

*Maya’s POVFour days.Four days of nothing.Adrian barely looked at me. He spoke only when Mom was in the room, and even then his voice stayed flat, polite, distant. The man who used to pin me against walls and growl filth into my ear now treated me like a piece of furniture he wished he could move out of the house.I tried everything again. Short skirts with no panties. Accidental brushes in the hallway. Leaving the bathroom door cracked while I showered so the steam and the scent of my body wash would drift toward his study. Nothing worked. He walked past me like I was air.By the fourth night the ache had turned into something sharp and ugly. I couldn’t sleep. My pussy felt permanently swollen, empty, throbbing with a need that toys couldn’t touch. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the way he used to look at me when he was buried deep—hungry, almost cruel, like he hated how much he wanted it too.Mom was at a late work dinner. The house was quiet.I found him in the living room,

**Tessa’s POVCole had been quiet all evening.Mom was working a double at the hospital. The house felt too big and too still. I had spent most of the night in my room, restless, wearing only an oversized tank top that barely covered the tops of my thighs. No panties. No bra. The same way he preferred me when we were alone.I found him in the living room just after midnight, sitting on the edge of the couch with a glass of something dark in his hand. The only light came from the hallway. His eyes lifted the moment I appeared in the doorway.“Come here.”Two words. Soft. Absolute.I walked over. He set the glass down, reached out, and tugged me between his knees. His hands slid up the backs of my bare thighs, slow and deliberate, until they cupped my ass under the hem of the tank top.“You’ve been walking around this house all day looking like you need to be used,” he murmured. “Haven’t you?”I nodded, already wet just from the tone of his voice.He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t bend me o

**Iris’s POVThe house had been quiet for over an hour.Mom’s soft, even breathing drifted down the hall from her room. The only other sound was the occasional creak of the old pipes and the low hum of the air conditioner. I lay in bed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt, the covers kicked down to my waist, staring at the dark ceiling while my body stayed restless and awake.I had left the window unlocked on purpose.The soft scrape of the screen being lifted made my heart slam against my ribs. A moment later the curtain shifted, and Silas climbed through the open window with the same controlled silence he used for everything dangerous. Moonlight spilled across his shoulders as he straightened inside my room, barefoot, wearing only dark sweatpants. He closed the window behind him without a sound.We stared at each other in the silver light.He crossed the room in three quiet steps and stopped at the edge of my bed. I sat up slowly. Neither of us spoke. We both knew the rules of night