All Chapters of Wildest Desires: A Dark Short Story Collection : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The next three days of our honeymoon blur together into one continuous, high-heat haze of pure physical surrender. I lose all track of time, completely cut off from the rest of the world inside our luxury suite. I don’t wear a single stitch of clothing the entire time. My expensive silk wedding gown stays forgotten in a messy heap on the floor, replaced by the permanent layer of my husband's touch. My entire body is completely marked from head to toe. My breasts are heavily bruised from his tight grip, my nipples stay constantly swollen and sensitive, and my inner thighs are deeply tender from the relentless, intruding of his muscular frame.I am completely broken in by Ethan’s authority. My mind has completely melted into a permanent state of intense arousal, my cunt never drying up for a single second. Every time I take a breath, I smell the thick, musky scent of our non-stop sex.On the fourth afternoon, the warm tropical sun is beating down on the private, high-walled balcony of o

The thunder rumbles so hard it shakes the floorboards of the lake house. Outside, the rain is slapping against the glass in thick sheets, completely cutting us off from the rest of the world. I sit on the heavy wool rug in front of the stone fireplace, my fingers wrapped tight around a glass of whiskey. A sudden, sharp crack of lightning splits the sky, and the overhead lights flicker twice before going completely black.The only light left comes from the orange glow of the dying fire."Well, looks like we're officially stuck," Mike’s deep voice cuts through the dark. I hear the squeak of the leather couch as he shifts his weight. Even in the shadows, I can see his massive, athletic frame. He is a jock, broad-shouldered and aggressive in everything he does."The storm isn't passing anytime soon," Kael says quietly from my left. He is leaning against the stone hearth, his long legs stretched out. Kael is the silent one, the one who doesn't say much but always looks like he is calculati

The sound of Mike’s heavy leather belt unbuckling cuts through the roar of the storm outside. I lie perfectly flat on my back, my bare skin tingling against the rough wool of the rug. Mike’s command echoes in my ears. I have to lie perfectly still while they open me up and taste me."Don't move an inch, Elara," Mike rumbles, his voice rough and heavy with rising lust. He crawls over me, his massive, broad chest completely blocking out the firelight. He hooks his large hands under my knees, lifting my legs and pinning them wide apart against his shoulders.I am split open, entirely exposed to their intense, dark stares. The cool air of the lake house hits my wet center, making me twitch. I want to close my legs, to hide from the reality of my own surrender, but Mike’s grip is like iron."Look at her, Kael," Mike mutters, his dark eyes locked onto the hair between my thighs. "She’s a literal dripping mess. The good girl is totally ruined already, and we haven't even touched her down the

My face rests flat against the damp wool rug, my cheek pressed into the soft fibers as my breath slowly returns to normal. The storm outside has finally passed, leaving nothing but the quiet, soft dripping of rain from the roof of the lake house. Inside the room, the fire has burned down to a pile of gray ashes, casting a cold, dull light across the floor.I lie completely still, too exhausted to move a single muscle. My body is totally wrecked, trembling with a deep, heavy ache that goes straight to my bones. Every part of me feels entirely used, utterly marked, and beautifully ruined. My breasts are heavily bruised, my nipples swollen, tight, and painfully sensitive from the rough grip of their hands.Lower down, my inner thighs are completely coated in a thick, slick mixture of my own juices and their seed. My pussy give a small, involuntary twitch, a warm, heavy blob of Mike’s come leaks out of my stretched core, sliding slowly down my skin and smearing against the rug. I am a com

I stare up at Colton, my breath freezing in my lungs. The heavy sound of that iron bolt sliding into place still echoes in my ears. I am trapped. The warmth of the stone fireplace is blasting against my skin, but I am shivering harder now from panic than from the cold. Colton stands completely still above me, his massive arms crossed over his thick chest, looking down at my soaked, shivering body like he owns every single thread on me."You're tracking mud and water all over my rug, city girl," Colton grunts, his deep voice rolling through the quiet room like thunder. "Get up."I push myself up onto my shaking legs, my wet high heels making a squelching sound against the fabric. My designer coat is heavy, soaked through to the lining, and my silk blouse is plastered to my skin like a second layer of ice. "I... I can just sit by the door," I stammer, backing up until my spine hits the rough timber of the wall. "You don't have to keep me here. Please."Colton doesn't answer with words.