All Chapters of Dripping With Lust (A Collection Of Steamy Tales🔥) : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Morning light spilled through the half-open blinds of Ava’s room, painting thin gold stripes across the tangled sheets and the naked bodies still entwined on the bed. Mia woke first, the way she always did when she needed to be the first to notice danger. Her head throbbed with a dull, pounding ache that had nothing to do with the four shots of vodka she’d downed the night before. Every inch of her skin felt raw and sensitive, especially between her legs. She could still feel Dad’s mouth on her, his fingers inside her, the way he had growled her name like it was the only word he knew.Ava was curled against his chest on the other side, one leg thrown over his thigh, red dress crumpled on the floor beside the bed. Her mouth was open, lips swollen, breathing slow and even. Dad lay in the middle, one arm wrapped around Ava’s waist, the other draped across Mia’s back. His breathing was deeper than theirs, steady and satisfied.Mia tried to slip out from under his arm. His grip tighte

The next morning started like any other, except nothing about it was ordinary.Mom had made coffee and toast at 6:45 a.m., the same way she had for seven years. She moved quietly around the kitchen in her hospital scrubs, avoiding eye contact. Ava sat at the island in nothing but one of Dad’s old button-downs that barely covered her ass, legs crossed, scrolling on her phone with one hand while the other stroked the inside of her thigh. Mia sat beside her sister, wearing fresh leggings and an oversized sweater, but the fabric felt too thin. Every time she shifted, she could still feel the ache between her legs, the sticky residue of Dad’s cum drying on her skin.Dad was already gone for the day. He had left at 7:02 a.m. with a kiss to Mom’s cheek and a final look over his shoulder that made both sisters’ stomachs flip. “I’ll be back at six. We’re going to dinner. Family dinner. No excuses.”Ava had answered with a smile so sweet it made Mia’s skin crawl. “Can’t wait, Dad.”Now Mom

Harper Ellis had never felt so alive.Two weeks after that first night in Lila’s apartment, Harper was living with her. The move had been casual—no big discussion, no dramatic conversation with her parents back in their small hometown.One text to Lila (“I’m coming over”) and Harper had shown up at the door with a suitcase and a duffel bag full of textbooks she planned to pretend she still needed. Lila had smiled that slow, predatory smile and pulled her inside like she already owned the place.Now Harper woke up every morning to the sound of Lila’s voice in the kitchen, humming along to whatever indie playlist she had on loop. The queen bee’s body was already in the bed beside hers—long blonde hair spilling across the pillow, one toned arm draped possessively over Harper’s waist. Harper lay there for a moment, listening to the steady beat of Lila’s heart under her palm, and felt that familiar rush of something she couldn’t quite name. She was still a virgin in every way that mat