Semua Bab Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust: Bab 1 - Bab 10

To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing off a bathroom tile, if you like a man who looks at you like he wants to eat you alive… Then stay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Elena’s POV:“It’s over between us. I found someone else. Don’t call me anymore.”That text message glowed on my cracked screen and I re-read it over and over again. I didn’t cry. I was too angry.Finally, Eden had revealed his pathetic, true colors. We had only dated for six months. Six boring, fucking months. And he made me feel like trash for every second of it. He broke up with me because I was too ‘clingy.’ (Translation: I wanted him to actually touch me. To spend more time with me. To keep proving he loves me). Asshole! I almost threw up in anger. I fuck

Elena’s POV~The pink box was heavy. I was carrying it down the hallway. Toward his room. Like he told me to. Because he TOLD me to. And I did it. Like a good girl. Like an idiot.My arms were shaking. Not from the weight of the box but from the fact that I could hear him behind me. His bare feet on hardwood as he followed me. Watching me.I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. I could feel his eyes on my back. On my ass. On the way my shorts rode up when I walked."Faster, Elena." His voice was low. Almost cold. Like he wasn't affected at all. Like he wasn't the one who told me to bring my ex's box to his room."I'm going as fast as I can.""You're going slow because you're thinking about what's in that box."I stopped walking. My heart slammed. "I'm NOT.""Liar."I turned around. Mistake. Huge mistake. Because he was right there, bare chested. His gray sweatpants was hanging low on his hips. His hair was messy from running his hands through it. His skin was glistening like he just

Rick’s POV~I was losing my mind. That was the only explanation. Because the only thing keeping me from ripping her jeans off right here in the parking lot was a thread of sanity that was fraying faster than I could blink.She had spread her legs.Just an inch. But it was enough. It was an invitation to sin, and I was a starving man.The cab of the truck was thick with the scent of her, it was sweet, musky, and undeniably wet. I could see it. The denim of her jeans was dark between her thighs, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. My eyes were glued to the V of her legs, watching the way her knees trembled, the way her inner thighs shook.Look away, Rick. You’re her stepfather. You’re supposed to be driving her home.But I couldn't look away. My cock was a steel rod in my pants, throbbing so hard it hurt against the zipper. I wanted to bury my face between those legs. I wanted to taste that wetness until I choked on it."Close them," I barked, my voice sounding wrecked. "Ele

Elena's POV I should have screamed. I should have shoved him off me, slapped that smug, chiseled face, and told him to get the fuck out of my room like any normal twenty-one-year-old would. But my body didn't get that memo. My body had other plans. My body had been making other plans since the day mom walked through that front door six months ago with a man twice her age, smelling like old money. Rick. My stepfather. "Not until I'm done," he'd said. And the worst part? The absolutely worst part? I didn't want him to be done. "Get off me," I whispered. But it came out broken. Shaky. Like a prayer I didn't believe in. He didn't move. His weight pressed me into the mattress, so heavy and warm and so fucking close I could feel his breath on my lips. "Say it again," he murmured. His voice was gravel. Low. Dangerous. "Tell me to get off you, Elena. Tell me you don't want this." I opened my mouth but nothing came out. The truth was that I'd been watching him f

Rick’s POV~ God, I was destroying her. Every thrust drove me deeper, harder, splitting that tight, soaked little pussy open like it was made just for me and it was. I’d spent months dreaming about this, nights lying awake hard as a rock, sick with need, knowing exactly how wrong it was, exactly how rotten and black my soul had become just wanting it. And now here I was, buried to the hilt in my own stepdaughter, the girl I was supposed to protect, the girl I helped raise, pounding her into the mattress like she was my own personal whore. Her knees were bent all the way back, pressed up tight against her head, her legs folded open so wide she couldn’t close them, leaving her completely exposed, her pink, wet hole stretched and gaping just for me, wide open and on display like the dirty little slut she was for me and nothing had ever felt so filthy… so perfect… so absolutely damned. The sounds were enough to make me come right then. The wet, squelching slap of skin on s