All Chapters of Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damon’s POV~ The second I pulled my fingers out of her, I knew I’d gone too far. Willow was still bent over the kitchen island, her wrists raw from the belt, her ass a ruined red mess from my hand, and her thighs were shaking so badly she could barely stay upright. What stopped my heart wasn’t the shaking. It was the thin streak of pink I saw on my fingers when I pulled them free from her virgin cunt. It was blood, it was bright and unmistakable, mixed with her cum and the slick wetness of her release, running down my knuckles in a filthy little river. She was a virgin. Of course she was. I had known it the second my fingers pushed into that tight, untouched passage and felt her clamp around me like a fist, but seeing the proof on my hand hit me like a punch to the gut. I had stretched her too hard, too rough, too fast with three thick fingers, and now she was bleeding because of me, because her own uncle couldn’t control the monster inside him. For a second the dom

Damon’s POV~ Morning came slowly and gray through the curtains, and I woke up with her still wrapped in my arms, her body warm and sore against mine, her full tits pressed flat to my chest, and my cock hard enough to hammer nails because I had slept all night with the thick, leaking length of it pressed against her thigh. She had barely moved. The small tear at the entrance of her virgin pussy had stopped bleeding, but I knew she was still tender, still swollen, still too sore to take me inside her the way my body was screaming to. I wasn’t going to hurt her again so soon. I wasn’t a complete animal, even if I felt like one every time I looked at her. But that didn’t mean I was going to leave her alone. She was still half-asleep when I rolled her onto her back, her dark pink nipples already hard from the cool air in the room, her full, heavy breasts spilling to the sides because she wasn’t wearing a bra and the towel I had wrapped her in hours ago had fallen open during

Willow’s POV~ I walked down the hallway on legs that still felt like they belonged to someone else, my whole body sore in places I hadn’t even known could hurt, Damon’s shirt hanging off my frame and doing a poor job of hiding the mess between my thighs. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I was terrified Emily would hear it before I even reached the sitting room. Every step sent a fresh throb through my pussy, that raw, stretched ache from where he had been inside me, and I could feel the sticky reminder of his cum and my own wetness drying on my inner thighs with every shift of my legs. When I pushed the sitting room door open, my stomach dropped straight to the floor. Emily was standing by the window, her back to me, her phone in her hand, and her blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail like she had thrown it up in a hurry. She turned the second she heard the door, and the moment her eyes landed on me, her whole face changed. “Willow!” she shrieked, cross

Damon’s POV~ “You lied,” I growled, my hand tightening on her neck, my cock already hard and heavy and leaking against my sweatpants because the whole fucking thing had me ready to tear through her. “You stood there, in my shirt, with my cum still drying on your thighs, and you told her I was just your uncle. You looked her in the eye and you lied about us. You tried to make me small, Willow. You tried to hide what I am to you.” “Damon, I was trying to—” “I don’t give a fuck what you were trying to do,” I snarled, cutting her off. My hand slid from her neck down to her chest, pushing the shirt aside so I could see the marks I’d left on her skin, the bruises on her wrists from my belt, and the raw, dark pink nipples still hard and swollen from my mouth. I pinched one of those nipples, twisting it rough between my fingers until she cried out, then slapped her tit hard enough to leave a red handprint on the soft flesh. “You don’t protect me by lying. You don’t stand in fron

Damon’s POV~ One week later. The morning light was already coming through the curtains in thick golden stripes across my bedroom floor by the time I finished with her. I had woken up hard, the way I did every morning now, with Willow’s naked body curled against my side, her full tits pressed to my arm, her dark pink nipples already tight from the cool air, and my cock thick and leaking against her thigh before I even opened my eyes properly. One week. Seven goddamn days since Emily had run out of this house, and in that week I had barely let Willow out of my sight. I had taken her in every room I promised her I would. The kitchen counter, the dining table, the shower, the study floor, the hallway wall, and this bed so many times she had stopped keeping track. Her body was a map of what I had done to her. Bruises on her wrists from my belt, fingerprints on her hips, her inner thighs constantly sore and stretched, her nipples raw from my mouth, and her tight cunt always