All Chapters of 90-DAYS WET: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 2: The Altar of RuinTrope:Forbidden / Clergy / CorruptionHeat Level:[NOIR X3]"Look at what you’ve done to me."His voice didn't just break the silence.. it shattered it. He hauled me out of the confessional, his hand clamped around my wrist so tightly I could feel the ridge of his callous pressing into my bone. He wasn't the man of God anymore. He was just a man, sweating and shaking, his eyes dark with a decade of repressed hunger. He dragged me toward the high altar, my bare feet stumbling over the cold stone aisle, the heels of my shoes clicking like a frantic heartbeat against the floor.When we reached the sanctuary, the smell of incense was replaced by the raw, metallic scent of his arousal. He spun me around, shoving me back against the edge of the altar. The cold marble bit into the small of my back, forcing my chest out, making me look up at the shadows dancing on the vaulted ceiling."You came here to confess?" he hissed, his face inches from mine. I could see

Chapter 2: The Down PaymentTrope: Mafia / Forced Proximity / OralHeat Level:[NOIR]The metal door creaked open again three hours later. Sofia hadn't moved…. she couldn't. Her wrists were numb from the ropes, and her skin felt tight where Marco’s sweat had dried. The basement was freezing now, but the second he stepped into the light, her blood turned to liquid fire.Marco wasn't carrying a plate of food or a glass of water. He was carrying a small black leather kit. He set it on the dusty table and began to unpack it: a bottle of expensive oil, a silk blindfold, and a pair of heavy shears."Did you miss me, Sofia?" he asked. He didn't look at her. He just started sharpening the shears, the *shink-shink* sound echoing off the stone walls."Untie me, Marco. Please. My hands...""I’ll untie your hands when I’m sure you won't use them to fight me." He walked over to her, the shears glinting. Sofia flinched, but he didn't cut her. Instead, he reached behind her and sliced through the r

Chapter 1: The Scent of a SacrificeTrope:Omegaverse / Breeding / Sacrificial LambHeat Level: [NOIR]The iron bar dropped into place with a heavy, final thud.Maya stood in the center of the cabin, her fingers white as she gripped the hem of her thin linen shift. This was the tithe. Every ten years, the village gave up their most fertile girl to the Alpha of the Ridge to ensure the mountain didn't swallow them whole. She was no longer a person; she was a peace treaty.He didn't move from the shadows for a long time. He just watched her, his breathing heavy and rhythmic, like a predator tracking a wounded deer. The smell of him filled the room—pine needles, wet fur, and a sharp, metallic musk that made her skin prickle with a terrifying heat."Come here, little lamb," he rumbled. It wasn't a request. Maya’s legs felt like lead as she shuffled toward the massive, fur-covered bed in the center of the room. She didn't dare look at his face. She kept her eyes on his boots—heavy leather

The heavy metal door of the varsity locker room clicked shut behind Chloe, the sharp, mechanical sound echoing hollowly against the concrete walls. The ambient hum of the vending machines down the hall died out, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence. The air in here was different—thick with the scent of old sweat, leather varsity jackets, expensive men's cologne, and the sharp tang of metal.Chloe pulled at the hem of her pleated red cheer skirt, a sudden spike of nerves fluttering in her chest. She adjusted the heavy gym bag on her shoulder."Jace?" she called out, her voice sounding smaller than she intended in the vast, tiled space. "You said you needed to hand off the game film before the bus leaves for the away game. I have to get back to the squad.""Yeah. I do have it."Jace stepped out from around the row of green metal lockers, his tall, athletic frame instantly dominating the aisle. He wasn't holding a tablet or a flash drive. His hands were shoved into the pockets of h

The heavy sound Mason’s boots against the wet linoleum faded into a low hum, leaving Chloe face-down on the cold vinyl table. She was completely spent, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps that fogged the plastic surface beneath her cheek. A mixture of spit, sweat, and the team's fluids slicked her inner thighs, dripping slowly onto the floor below."Get her back up," Jace commanded, his voice cold, heavy, and completely devoid of mercy. He stood at the edge of the table, his varsity jacket discarded on the floor, his broad chest rising and falling. His thick length was fully erect again, dark veins pulsing against his skin. "The bus is idling outside, boys. We’re finishing this right now."Brody didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Chloe by her blonde ponytail, yanking her head back with enough force to make her spine arch sharply. "You heard the captain, slut. Up on your knees. Let’s see that messy mouth work for the finale.""Please..." Chloe choked out, her voice shredded and raw