All Chapters of Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cole’s POV~ "Swallow me, sis. Swallow the sin." The words hung in the air, mixing with the faint swell of the orchestra from the banquet hall. I didn't let her adjust. I didn't give her mercy. I fed her another inch, my hips rolling forward in a slow grind that pushed the head of my cock against the back of her throat. And she gagged. The sound was wet, and choked. Her hands came up to my thighs, her fingernails digging in through the trousers, trying to push me back. "Uh-uh," I tsked, my hand tightening in her hair, forcing her to hold still. "Hands behind your back, Elara. If you scratch me, I'll make you do this in front of the whole table." Trembling, she obeyed. Her hands dropped to her lower back, clutching her own wrist. "That's my good girl," I purred, the praise feeling like poison on my tongue. "Daddy’s good girl, being a bad girl for her brother." I looked down at her. The sight was a masterpiece of sin. Her red dress was pooled around her knees on the

Hugh’s POV~ I followed her up the stairs, my loafers were silent on the plush carpet, but my heart heavily thudding in my chest like a drum. I let her think she had a head start. I heard her door click shut, the lock engaging with a flimsy snick. It was almost cute. A mouse trying to lock out the wolf. I stood outside her door for a long moment, adjusting the cufflinks at my wrists. The gold doorknob was cool against my skin. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the master key. Click. The bolt slid back with a heavy thud. Then I pushed the door open. She was standing by the window, her back to me, still in that red dress. I knew she had changed out of it. I didn’t want to think about it that Cole had gotten to touch her first before me. She spun around, her eyes were wide, reflecting the silver light. "Hugh… Daddy, what are you doing?" she breathed, backing up until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the four-poster bed. "I said I wanted to be alone." "I

Hugh’s POV~ "Look at that," I groaned, using the fingers of my left hand to spread her cheek wide, watching my own spit glisten on her skin. "Daddy's wetting you up, little bird. Getting you ready for a cock that's too big for you." I pressed two fingers against that tight hole. The resistance was fierce. "Push out for me, Elara," I commanded, my voice dropping to a silken, deadly whisper. "Or I'll make it hurt." I pushed. The muscles in her ass gave way, and I sank my fingers into the scorching, tight heat of her ass. "Fuck,*" she screamed, her back arching, her hands clawing at the sheets. "Shut up," I growled, working my fingers in a circle, forcing the muscle to relax, to yield to me. "Take it. Take Daddy's fingers up your ass like a good little slut." I added a third finger, the stretch burning, the sound of my spit and her slickness filling the room with a lewd, squelching noise that made my cock throb painfully in my trousers. "You're so tight," I groaned,

Skylar’s POV~ The rain had been falling all morning in a gray drizzle that made the massive windows of the Blackwood estate look like fish tanks. I sat at the kitchen island, pushing a piece of toast around my plate. I wasn’t in school today. Damian, my stepdad had made a phone call to the dean an hour ago, his voice was all low, authoritative rumbles and just like that, my classes were cancelled. “She’s not feeling the weather, Harold. Keep her spot. Yes. Thank you.” That was it. I was his to deal with. It was the fourth year since Mom had packed a single suitcase and fled to God-knows-where. A "sudden trip," she’d called it. A "break for her mental health." She never came back. She sent postcards from Switzerland, then France, then somewhere in the Caribbean, but she never stepped foot in this house again. And for four years, it had just been me and Damian. I looked up as he walked into the room. He was wearing a charcoal wool sweater today, the sleeves were

Skylar’s POV~ Damian didn't let go. If anything, he held me tighter, his fingers digging into the bare skin of my arms with a desperation that made my breath catch in my throat. In the total darkness, the world shrank until it was just the two of us, and the roaring storm outside, and the crackle of the fireplace. The orange glow from the hearth was the only light now, casting long, dancing shadows that made the room feel like a cave, like a sanctuary where the rules of the real world didn't apply. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his bare chest against my silk-clad breasts. The fabric was so thin; I might as well have been naked. I could feel the coarse hair on his chest abrading my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight down to my pussy. He was warm… too warm. A furnace burning away the "Daddy" persona, leaving only the man underneath. "You're shaking," he murmured again, but his voice was different now. It wasn't the commanding CEO or the protective father