Todos los capítulos de Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Elias’s POV~ We had been at it since the morning of the next day, and by the time evening came, Sloane was a trembling, exhausted mess underneath me. I had spent hours on her, using every filthy thing I could think of to wear her down until she could barely hold herself up. I started by bending her over the edge of the bed and spanking her ass until both cheeks were bright red and welted, my hand coming down hard again and again while she sobbed into the mattress and her pussy dripped onto the floor. Then I choked her from behind, my hand wrapped around her throat while I fingered her raw cunt with my other hand, stretching her open with three thick fingers until she was gushing all over my palm and begging me to stop and never stop at the same time. I spat directly onto her tight little asshole and pushed my thumb inside her there while I rubbed her clit with my other hand, working both holes at once until her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the bed, shaking and ove

Willow’s POV~ I woke up crying because the dream was still in my head when I sat up in bed, and it was the same dream I had been having since I was fifteen years old. I could still see my mother’s face and the way her hand had reached back toward me from the front seat, and I could still hear my father’s voice mixed with the terrible screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal before everything went black. They had died in the crash when I was fifteen, and I had walked away with a broken arm and a grief that settled into my bones and never really left me. Damon had taken me in a year later, when I was sixteen, and even though he wasn’t my blood uncle, because my mother had been his stepsister and he was only family by marriage, he was still the one who showed up for me. He signed the papers, became my guardian, paid for everything, and raised me like I was his own, and now I was twenty-two years old and I had been in love with him since I was seventeen, loving h

Damon’s POV Two days later. I was already awake when I heard her footsteps in the hall. It was past two in the morning, the house buried in that heavy, suffocating kind of quiet that only exists when everyone else in the world is asleep and you’re the only one left fighting your own head. I hadn’t slept properly since the night she climbed into my lap in the sitting room. Two days. Two goddamn days of walking around my own house with a permanent hard-on, of avoiding her at breakfast, of pretending I didn’t notice the way she moved in my shirts, the way her thighs looked bare under the fabric, the way her nipples pressed against the cotton like they were begging to be touched. I had jerked my cock raw in that chair the first night, and it hadn’t helped. Nothing helped. She was everywhere. Her smell was on my clothes, on my sheets, in the air I breathed, and the worst part was that she knew it. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and instead of stopping, she kep

Damon’s POV~ I couldn’t look at her the same way after that morning. Not after I had shoved my sweats down, wrapped my hand around her throat, and rutted my thick cock through the cleft of her bare ass until I came all over her back like a goddamn animal. The shame sat in my gut like rot, sickening me, and by the time evening came I knew I had to do the one thing that would keep her safe from me. I had to send her away. She was in the kitchen when I found her, standing by the counter in the same black shirt she’d worn the night before, the one that still had the faint stiffness of my cum dried into the fabric near the small of her back because she hadn’t washed it properly. Her bare legs were smooth under the hem, her nipples pressing against the cotton, her hair was a mess around her shoulders. She looked at me with those eyes that had been wrecking me for years, soft and wanting and far too knowing for a girl her age, and my heart gave a hard, painful clench in my c

Damon’s POV~ The door opened behind me, and the sound of it hit me like a gunshot in a quiet room. I didn’t think. I moved. My hand was still wrapped in Willow’s hair, my cock was still thick and hard and wet from her mouth, the cockhead was flushed dark and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that dripped onto the kitchen floor. I heard Maria’s keys, her shoes on the tile, and I knew she was twenty feet away from seeing something that would destroy both of us. “Get under there,” I snarled, my voice was low and rough, and I didn’t give Willow a choice. I grabbed her by the arm and the back of her neck, my grip was hard enough to make her gasp, and I pushed her down toward the wide space beneath the kitchen island. The counter was raised on a stone base with enough room for her to curl into it, and I shoved her into that space without an ounce of gentleness. She went down on her hands and knees, her cheek streaked with my cum, her lips were swollen and red, her shir