All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING WET DREAMS - A FULL SERIES, ROMANCE COLLECTION.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia's POV The black iron gates of Uncle Marcus’s mansion swung open like something out of a movie as the driver pulled up the long driveway. My heart started racing with nervous excitement. At twenty one, I’d never stayed anywhere this luxurious. When Dad said Uncle Marcus offered to let me stay for the entire summer while I figured out my next steps, I was elated at the chance.The front door opened before I could even knock. There he stood. Uncle Marcus, forty years old, wide shoulders, wearing a perfectly fitted white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms. His hair was dark brown and wavy, just how I liked it, and those sharp, intense eyes locked onto mine immediately. God, he looked powerful. Sexy as hell. The kind of man who could ruin you with a single glance.“Sophia,” he said warmly, pulling me into a firm hug. His scent, expensive cologne mixed with raw masculinity filled my nostrils immediately and made my stomach flutter. “Welcome baby girl. I’m

Esme’s POV The ground shook violently beneath us, throwing me off balance. I screamed as the entire cabin trembled like it was about to tear apart. “Liam!” I cried, grabbing onto the couch as our picture frames crashed to the floor and the windows rattled dangerously.“Esme! Get down!” my cousin Liam shouted, lunging toward me in the semi darkness. Another massive jolt hit, and the lights flickered once before sending the entire cabin into complete darkness. The power was gone. Just like that.I whimpered, crawling toward his voice in the pitch black. “Liam… I’m scared. What’s happening? Is this an earthquake?”“Yes,” he said, his voice tight with tension. “A big one. Please stay close to me.”I reached him just as another aftershock rolled through the floor. We both fell on the large couch, and Liam immediately pulled me against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me.The temperature was already dropping fast, the heating machine had died with the power, so the mountain cabin

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Jake!” I shouted, slamming the front door behind me as I stormed inside the living room. My heart was racing with defiance. I was done letting my asshole stepbrother act like my dad when our parents went away for the weekend. “Who the hell do you think you are? I came home at 3am because I wanted to. It’s none of your damn business!”Jake stood there in the living room, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his jaw tight. I can't lie, at twenty four years old he looked every bit the strict authority figure he loved pretending to be, tall, muscular, and with that infuriatingly calm stare that always pissed me off more. “Watch your mouth, Ava. You knew the rules. No staying outside this house past midnight without my permission. You broke the curfew, you ignored my texts, and now you’re acting like a spoiled little bitch.”“Fuck you!” I spat, stepping closer and jabbing a finger at his chest. “You’re not my father, you’re not even my real brothe

Rachel's POVMum had married Victor Harrington six months ago in a whirlwind that still made my head spin. Now, I was being summoned to California because “family should live together.” I didn’t want to live together. I wanted my freedom. But Mom had looked at me with those big, hopeful eyes, and I’d caved.I parked next to a Lamborghini and killed the engine. For a second I just sat there, staring up at the mansion. “Miss Rachel,” the butler said with a small bow. “Welcome home.”Home. The word tasted like ash.I grabbed my duffel from the backseat myself and followed him inside. And then I saw him.He was coming down the grand staircase like he owned gravity itself. Alexander Harrington. Alex. Twenty four, heir to the tech empire. He was beautiful, I can't lie. He had a face that belonged on magazine covers or wanted posters. I’d only met him once, at mum's wedding. I remembered his dark hair that fell just right, his eyes like winter seas, and a mouth that was definitely made

Rachel's POVI nodded, helpless.His hand slid down my body, over my breast, his thumb circling my hardened nipple through my thin top. Then lower. Over my stomach. Under my skirt.When his fingers finally slipped beneath my panties, we both groaned.He stroked once against my clitoris. Again. Again.Alexxxx,” I moaned his name.“Fuck, Rachel,” he growled against my neck. “You’re drenched.”He stroked me slowly, parting my folds, circling my clit with agonizing precision. I sucked harder on his fingers in my mouth. One thick finger pushed inside me, then two, curling just right to my g-spotI was close already, this was embarrassingly fast, but he didn’t let me fall. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Not until I say.”His fingers curled inside me again, stroking that spot that made my knees buckle. I was pinned between the mirrored wall and his hard body, sucking desperately on the two fingers he kept thrusting into my mouth. Every time I moaned around them, his cock throbbed against my stom