บททั้งหมดของ WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Scarlet’s POVI wanted to say something—anything—to break the charged silence between us, but my lips trembled uncontrollably, as if I'd been stranded in a biting winter storm for days on end. The words caught in my throat, dissolving into nothing but shaky breaths. He watched me struggle, his eyes gleaming with that predatory amusement, and a slow, confident smile spread across his face. It wasn't mocking; it fueled his arrogance, made him stand taller, his broad shoulders rolling back as he savored my vulnerability.There I lay, sprawled out like a woman utterly spent, my body quivering from the aftershocks of whatever storm he'd unleashed inside me. It had been years since anyone had dragged such raw, electric pleasure from my core, leaving me boneless and exposed on this sturdy wooden table in our secluded hideaway. The room smelled of our sweat and arousal, thick and heady, the air warm against my flushed skin.He gripped his thick cock in one strong hand, the veins bulging along

Elara’s POV“Do you always wear black at parties,” I whispered, “or is it just to make everyone else feel insecure?”He didn’t laugh like normal people laugh.No.He let out this low, smooth chuckle that slid straight down my spine like someone tracing a finger there.And that was when I knew. I was right about what I thought the second I leaned close to him. He was trouble. And I could already feel it warming behind my ribs. I held my glass of champagne in my hand. And I was trying to act like he had not almost stripped me of all my self control the moment he laughed. “Depends,” he said, eyes not leaving mine. “Tonight? I’m here to make sure you survive.”My laugh cut in half.“Sorry, what?”He tilted his head, calm as ever. “Your father thinks someone might… ruin your evening.”I blinked fast.“Ruin my evening? How?” I scoffed. “Is my high school algebra teacher here for revenge?”He didn’t smile.At all.That was the moment the whole ballroom suddenly felt too loud. It was like

MILO’S POV“Rule twelve,” I said, trying to sound like a serious adult and not a man whose entire nervous system was fried. “You don’t—”Then it happened.A hand — a warm, soft, absolutely disastrous hand — slid under the table……and landed on my thigh.Not lightly.Not politely.Firm.My voice broke in half.My brain shut down.My soul left my body.“Elara,” I said slowly, turning toward her like a man walking into a fire. “Your hand. Move it.”Did she move it?NO.Of course not.She pressed harder. I felt her nails drag a little through the fabric of my suit pants.A shock ran up my spine so fast I almost jumped.“I’m not doing anything,” she said sweetly, like she wasn’t touching me in the most illegal way possible under a magnolia tree at 10 a.m.“You’re doing everything,” I croaked.I should’ve pushed her hand away.I didn’t.Nope.I sat frozen like a statue trying not to feel flames licking up my leg.I wanted to push her hands off. But maybe part of me wanted it to be there. Ma

Milo’s povI sat alone in the living room, staring at absolutely nothing like a broken TV.The whole mansion was quiet.Too quiet.Creepy-horror-movie quiet.But my head?LOUD.So loud.Like a radio stuck on one channel replaying the same moment a thousand times.Elara.Under me.Breathing hard.Hands clutching my shirt.Legs brushing mine like she didn’t even know she was doing it.And her whisper…That small voice that had been looping in my brain like a cursed ringtone:“I’m not shaking because of the storm.”I groaned into my hands.I needed help.I needed ice water.I needed a therapist.I needed to not be thinking about her like this.She was a job.A job, Milo.A responsibility.A walking headache with pretty hair and no sense of danger.But somehow…she was getting into my head like she paid rent there.“Get it together,” I muttered.The silence didn’t get it.It stayed heavy.Thick.Like the house was holding its breath.Then—Beep.A tiny sound.Barely anything.Except I hea

MILO’S POVI had never been caught so off guard in my life.One second, Elara was curled against me like she belonged there, shaking from the storm, breathing into my chest like she trusted me more than the walls around us.The next second…She was kissing me like she wanted to burn every rule I’d ever made.And damn me—every part of my body reacted.I wasn’t made of stone.I wasn’t superhuman.I was a man.And Elara…Elara was temptation wrapped in soft skin, warm breath, wild courage, and absolutely no self-control.She kissed me like she was drowning and I was the only thing keeping her alive.Her mouth was hot.Hungry.Desperate.And I didn’t move.Not because I didn’t want to kiss her back—but because if I did, I would lose every bit of control I had left.She pulled back, breathless, eyes wild, pupils blown wide with need.Her hand trailed down my chest, slow and teasing, sending heat straight through me like electricity.My muscles tensed instantly.“Elara…” I warned, voice l