Todos los capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

MirabelI was on my knees with my twin sister’s fiancé’s cock buried in my throat while she fixed her eyeliner in the next room.The bathroom door was only half-closed. I could hear the soft click of her compact, the quiet hum of the makeup lights, the occasional muttered “fuck” when she smudged something. Three feet of hallway and a thin wall separated us. That was all. Three feet and the wet, filthy sounds of me choking.Ronan’s hand was twisted in my hair so hard my scalp burned. He wasn’t gentle. He never was with me. He used my mouth like it was a hole that existed only for him to ruin. Thick, veined, already leaking, he shoved deeper until the head of his cock punched the back of my throat and stayed there. My nose was crushed against the dark hair at the base. I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my face and mixed with the spit already dripping off my chin onto the front of my dress.“Quiet,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “If she hears you, I stop. And you don’t want me

I woke up already wet. The second my eyes opened I felt it — the sticky reminder of last night still coating the insides of my thighs, the faint ache in my throat, the bruises on my hips that would be purple by afternoon. My cunt throbbed like it had its own memory. I pressed my legs together and the leftover mess of Ronan’s come squelched softly. Disgusting. I did it again just to feel it. Mia’s soft snoring came through the wall. Perfect, peaceful Mia who had gone to bed thinking her fiancé was the most attentive man alive. She had no idea he’d spent half the night turning her twin into a used, leaking hole. My phone lit up on the nightstand. Dress fitting is at 11. She’ll be gone until at least 3. Be on the bed. Legs open. Dress up. No panties. Door unlocked. I stared at the message until the words burned into my brain. My stomach twisted with the same sick mix of shame and hunger that had been living there for weeks. I should have deleted it. I should have blocked him. In

Three years. I told myself I wouldn’t come back. I told myself the modeling contracts, the city noise, the men who paid to look at me but never really saw me, were enough. I told myself my mother’s voice had finally lost its power.I was wrong.The second I stepped through the front door of the house I used to call home, the air felt thicker, heavier, like it still carried every sharp word she’d ever thrown at me. Maria stood in the foyer in a cream silk blouse and tailored trousers, looking exactly like the woman who had spent eighteen years teaching me that love was conditional and beauty was a currency that could be revoked at any moment.Her eyes dragged over me the way a butcher assesses meat.“Jesus, Ariana. Did they stop feeding you in New York or are you just trying to look like a crack whore for the cameras now?”I forced a smile that felt like glass in my mouth. “Good morning to you too, Mom.”She didn’t smile back. She never did when she was mid-dissection. “Don’t start wi

I didn’t even try to sleep.The orgasm I’d given myself on the guest-room sheets had only made everything worse. My fingers still smelled like me. My cunt still throbbed, empty and greedy, every pulse a reminder of how hard he’d been against my thigh and how fast he’d run.He thought walking away would end it.Cute.I waited until the house went completely still. No footsteps. No television. No soft murmur of my mother’s voice complaining about something. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant tick of the grandfather clock in the hall.I knew the layout of this house better than I knew my own body. Maria’s room was at the far end of the second floor. Sinclair’s was the master suite at the opposite end—the one he’d moved into two years ago after the fighting got too loud for even them to pretend. Separate beds. Separate lives. Separate everything except the last name still hanging over the front door.I pulled the hoodie back on and nothing else. The soft cotton dragg

I was still face-down in his sheets, thighs sticky, cunt throbbing with the aftershocks of how hard he’d just fucked me, when I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked back at him.Sinclair sat on his heels behind me, chest rising and falling hard, cock still half-hard and shiny with everything we’d done. His cum was leaking out of me in slow, thick trails that ran down the insides of my thighs and soaked into the mattress. He looked ruined. He looked like a man who had just broken every rule he’d ever set for himself and already wanted to break them again.I turned over, spread my legs wider so he could see the mess he’d left, and smiled.“You’ve tasted me,” I said, voice still rough from screaming into the pillow. “Now I get to taste you.”His eyes dropped to my mouth. Then lower, to the open, glistening slit of my pussy. A muscle jumped in his jaw.“Ariana—”I didn’t let him finish. I sat up, shoved him onto his back with both hands, and climbed over him until my knees were plan