Todos los capítulos de Used, Corrupted and Ruined (An Off-Limits Collection): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Misa's POVThe massive colonial-style house loomed at the end of the long driveway like something out of a movie… white pillars, perfectly manicured lawns, and warm lights glowing from every window. I shifted nervously in the passenger seat, smoothing down the hem of my modest navy sweater dress for the tenth time. Still, it didn't change how I felt like an impostor next to Cody’s world.“You okay, babe?” Cody asked, squeezing my thigh as he parked. His boyish grin was the same one that had made me fall for him in college… sweet, safe, a little oblivious.“Yeah,” I lied, offering a small smile. “Just… meeting all your family at once is a lot.”He laughed. “They’re going to love you. Just be your usual adorable self.”Cody’s parents greeted us at the door with warm hugs and the smell of roasting turkey wafting behind them. His mom fussed over my hair and immediately dragged Cody off to help with some last-minute decorations, leaving me standing awkwardly in the grand foyer.That’s when

Misa's POV I was still shaking on Victor’s lap, my pussy clenching around nothing after the intense orgasm, when Marcus stood up and pulled me to my feet like I weighed nothing.“Enough teasing,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “We’re taking her upstairs. Now.”Victor nodded, his hand still wet with my juices. Kane said nothing… he simply grabbed my wrist and started pulling me toward the stairs, his grip firm and unyielding. My legs felt like jelly. I glanced toward the staircase leading to the guest rooms where Cody was sleeping, guilt crashing over me like ice water.“Wait… Cody’s right down the hall,” I whispered desperately, even as fresh slickness dripped down my inner thighs.Kane’s dark eyes met mine. “That’s the point, little Misa. You’re going to learn exactly who you belong to while your boyfriend sleeps like a clueless boy.”They didn’t give me a chance to protest further. Marcus scooped me up over his broad shoulder like a caveman, his big hand palming my ass under my

Alex's POV The next afternoon, Emily kissed my cheek and grabbed her purse. “I’m meeting Sarah and the girls for lunch and shopping. Should be gone for a couple hours. You’ll be okay here with Mom?”I nodded, trying to sound normal. “Yeah, no problem. Have fun.”The moment the elevator doors closed behind her, the entire atmosphere in the penthouse changed. I was standing in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when Monica appeared. She had changed into a tight black silk slip dress that clung to every curve… her heavy breasts straining the fabric, nipples faintly visible, the hem barely reaching the tops of her thighs. Her dark hair was loose, and she moved with predatory grace.She didn’t bother with pleasantries.“So,” she said, voice low and amused as she stepped close enough that I could smell her perfume. “About last night. You were hard the second you brushed against me, Alex. Don’t even try to deny it.”My face burned. “Monica… this is crazy. Emily is your daughter. I can’t—”

Chloe's POVI rubbed my temples as the door to my tiny campus office clicked shut behind the last athlete of the day… a cocky baseball player who had spent forty-five minutes complaining about his “haters” instead of engaging with any actual mental performance strategies. Another wasted session. Another reminder that most of these kids didn’t take sports psychology seriously.At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be building a respected private practice. Instead, I was drowning in my husband’s gambling debts, working this underpaid second job at the university just to keep the lights on. Mark and I had fought again this morning… another screaming match over money, over his promises that never materialized, over the slow death of our marriage. I was exhausted. Hollowed out. But I still had one more appointment on the schedule.Jax Thompson. Star linebacker. Mandatory session after a string of on-field incidents the coach wanted “handled.”I expected him to no-show like half the football ro

Chloe's POVI spent the entire night trying to scrub Jax from my mind.I showered until the water ran cold. I drank wine. I lay beside my sleeping husband and whispered silent apologies for what I’d done in that office. But every time I closed my eyes, I felt Jax’s thick cock stretching my throat, his fingers ruining my pussy, his cum leaking down my thighs. My body ached in the most shameful places, and worse… I was wet again just thinking about it.By morning, I knew resistance was pointless.I followed his instructions to the letter. Under my long cotton trench coat, I wore the lingerie he’d demanded via text: a sheer black babydoll that barely covered my breasts, matching crotchless panties, and thigh-high stockings. No bra. No dignity. The cool air kissed my exposed pussy with every step across campus. I felt like a whore walking to her own execution.My hands shook as I reached my office door. The moment I slid the key toward the lock, I realized it was already open.My stomach