All Chapters of Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena’s POV~ It had been two days since that night, the one where I woke up still tasting him, my skin sticky, and marked, every step I took reminded me exactly who owned me. I walked across campus head high, knowing I was already ruined, filled with him, belonging only to Rick. Nothing else mattered. I was halfway to the gates when someone stepped right in my path. Eden. My ex. The one who dumped me months ago, said I was too clingy. Now here he was, standing there staring at me like I was something brand new he just discovered. His eyes dragged slowly over my body, lingering way too long, like he was undressing me right there in the open. "Elena… damn," he breathed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. "You look incredible. Seriously. You changed. You look older… hotter. Like, really something else. I didn’t see it before, but wow… you’re stunning." I rolled my eyes, already trying to walk past him. "What do you want, Eden? You made it clear you didn’t

Rick’s POV~ The silence in the house was deafening, but it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. No more clicking heels. No more Vanessa’s shrill voice screaming insults. Just the sound of Elena’s breathing behind me as I locked the heavy front door for the last time. I turned around. She was standing there, wringing her hands, looking small and shaken from the scene with her mother. But I saw it—the spark in her eyes. The relief. "Come here," I commanded softly. She didn't hesitate. She walked into my open arms like she was coming home. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her scent—the scent of my girl, mixed with the faintest trace of the perfume her mother made her wear. I hated that smell. "I need to get this off you," I growled, my hands finding the hem of her sweater. I didn't wait for permission. I grabbed the fabric and ripped it over her head, tossing it aside. My eyes raked over her body, barely covered by a flimsy bra. My blood heated, rushing south.

ELARA’S POV~ This was how it all started. A few hours before the board meeting, Hugh summoned me to his private suite. The room smelled of his unique expensive, and spicy cologne, a scent that always made my knees weak, no matter how much I hated myself for it. Hugh Vance stood by the window, looking out at the estate grounds. He was forty. In the absolute prime of his life. He wasn't an old man; he was like a titan. He had a swimmer’s build, with broad shoulders that strained against the bespoke navy fabric of his suit, and a chest that looked like a slab of marble under his white dress shirt. His hair was a rich, dark brown, but a distinguished salt-and-pepper gray was starting to creep in at the temples, and slicked back. He’s your stepfather, I scolded myself, my eyes tracing the line of his back. He’s Daddy. Stop looking at his ass. "Come here, Elara," he commanded softly, without turning around. I walked to him, my head held down, my hands trembling. "Loo

ELARA’S POV~ My legs gave out. I sank to the floor, the Persian rug scratching my knees. I was eye-level with the monster between his legs. He was massive from this angle. The head was a deep, bruised purple, slick with my spit and his own juices, the vein on the underside throbbing wildly, looking like it was about to burst. "Open your mouth, Elara," Hugh commanded, his hand stroking himself furiously now, right in front of my face. The speed was blurring. "But don't catch it. Daddy wants to mark you. He wants to see it on your cheeks. On your chin. Wear Daddy's cum, baby." "Daddy, please," I whimpered, my hands gripping his thighs, feeling the rock-hard muscle there tremble. "Someone might come in. The staff—" "Let them watch," he growled, his pace becoming erratic, his balls drawing up tight. "Let them see what a good girl you are to Daddy. Let them see who you belong to." His hand moved like a blur. Up. Down. Up. Down. "Elara," he groaned, his head falling back,

ELARA’S POV~ "Mine." That was it. That was all he said before he crushed his mouth to mine again. It wasn't a kiss. It was a fight. His tongue shoved past my lips, aggressively, tasting like the scotch he’d been drinking downstairs. He was breathing hard through his nose, his grip on my hair so tight my eyes watered. He pulled back, his lips wet, his chest heaving. "Jesus, Elara," he muttered, his voice sounding choked, like he was holding back a scream. "Look at this mess." He wasn't looking at my eyes. He was staring at my chest. I looked down. The silk of my dress was translucent with it. Thick, white globs of Hugh’s cum had slid from my neck, collecting in the hollow of my throat and the deep line between my breasts. It was cooling down there, getting tacky and uncomfortable. Cole looked like he was going to be sick. Or kill someone. "Dad is a fucking animal," he spat, his thumb smearing a wet trail on my collarbone. He brought his thumb to his mouth. He