RUINED INNNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

MonalisaThe next day my phone buzzed the second I killed the engine in the library parking lot. I unclipped my seatbelt, dug into my bag, and pulled it out.It was Sofia.I expected one of her usual heart-filled good-morning texts. Instead, a close-up dick pic filled my screen, thick, veiny, rock-hard, the head shiny with pre-cum, balls heavy underneath.My eyes went wide. I slammed the screen against my thigh, heart hammering. After a few seconds I peeked again just to be sure.Still there. Massive. Proud. Filthy. Sofia had zero fucking boundaries. I deleted it fast and typed back with shaking fingers.M: "What the hell, Sofia? Please tell me that was a mistake."S: "No mistake, babe. So…what do you think? It’s fucking huge, right? I almost fell off my bed when he sent it."M: "Why the fuck does the size matter? Why are you sending me some random guy’s dick?"S: "Because I’m thinking about letting him wreck my pussy in Pound Town tonight. And bonus, he’s hot as sin. Always better wh

MonalisaThe closet door flew open and blinding light poured in.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought everyone would hear it. Derek, Sofia, Garrett, Reign, and at least a dozen other partygoers stood there staring straight at us like we were the main event.Heat flooded my face. My dress was back in place, but my thighs still felt slick from what Maddox had done to me. My nipples were tight against the fabric, and my pussy throbbed with aftershocks.I forced my shoulders back and lifted my chin, praying my voice wouldn’t shake."You guys really thought I’d make out with my brother’s best friend?" I said, keeping my tone light and sarcastic. "Come on, it was just a stupid game."Maddox let out a low, easy laugh right beside me. "Yeah, like I wouldn’t recognize my own best friend’s little sister. You all need better gossip."The crowd groaned in disappointment. A few rolled their eyes, muttering about how lame it was. Reign shot me a dirty look before turning away. Slowly,

MaddoxLisa was already waiting in my driveway when I pulled up after practice. She sat on the hood of her car in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, textbook spread out in front of her like the perfect innocent student. Something about seeing her focused and smart turned me on way more than it should have.I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder, still shirtless and sweaty from practice, my training leggings clinging to my thighs and the thick outline of my cock. The second her eyes lifted and roamed over my bare chest and abs, they darkened with pure lust."Hey," I said, voice already low and rough.She tapped her pencil against her plump bottom lip, biting the eraser at the end. The sweet little gesture made my dick twitch hard."Studying?" I asked, stepping right up to her so she had to tilt her head back. "How long have you been waiting?""You told me seven," she huffed, glancing at her watch. "It’s already seven-thirty."Always on time. Always perfect. It used to annoy the hell o

MonalisaI woke up burning hot, my body draped completely over Maddox like a blanket. His strong arms were locked tight around my waist, one hand possessively cupping my bare ass while the other rested on my lower back. His bare chest was damp with sweat from my skin pressed against him all night, and his soft snoring vibrated under my cheek.I still couldn’t believe I had let him convince me to stay the night. Sofia had covered for me without asking too many questions, but I knew she would demand every filthy detail later. Right now, though, all I could focus on was how perfect he looked asleep, chiseled jaw, full lips slightly parted, the same lips that had sucked my nipples raw and made me cum so hard on his tongue yesterday that I had seen stars."Mad," I whispered, nudging him gently.He didn’t stir at first, so I shook him again. This time one blue eye cracked open, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face when he saw me on top of him.He doesn’t regret it.Thank god."An

The lecture hall in the prestigious Hawthorne University was packed with eager students, but the air felt thicker than usual today. Sophia Bennett sat in the third row, her notebook open but her pen frozen above the page. At twenty years old, she was a straight-A literature major, sheltered by a strict upbringing and laser-focused on graduating with honors. Yet nothing in her orderly life had prepared her for Professor Alexander Voss.He stood at the front of the room like a force of nature, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark tousled hair that begged to be touched and piercing emerald eyes that seemed to see straight through every facade. At thirty-five, he was the youngest tenured professor in the department, known for his ruthless intellect, bestselling novels on dark desire and human obsession, and an aura of untouchable authority. Rumors swirled about him: broken engagements, fleeting affairs with socialites, a past that made women whisper behind closed doors."Miss Bennett," his