Todos los capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

The dirt was still fresh on my father’s grave when my mother decided to move on.Two weeks. That was all it took.I stood in the living room of the house I grew up in, still wearing the black dress from the funeral, while Helen—my mother—smiled like she hadn’t just buried the only parent who ever actually loved me.“I’ve met someone,” she said, voice bright, almost giddy. “His name is Maddox. He’s… well, he’s everything I need right now. We’re getting married next month.”The words hit me harder than the sight of the coffin going into the ground.I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just stared at her until the silence became unbearable, then I turned and walked out of the house without another word.That night I went to a club.Not the kind of place with cheap drinks and sticky floors. The kind with velvet ropes, low lighting, and men who looked like they owned the city. I wore a black dress that clung to every curve, no bra, makeup sharp enough to cut. I wanted to feel something—anger,

Helen kept talking.I didn’t hear a single word.Maddox stood at the end of the foyer in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching me like he was peeling every layer of clothing off my body with his eyes. The same eyes that had stared down at me while he fucked me through two orgasms in a hotel room I never wanted to remember.My mother’s voice finally cut through the roaring in my ears.“Dove? Sweetheart, are you all right? You look pale.”I forced my mouth to move. “Fine. Just tired from the drive.”Maddox’s gaze dropped again—deliberately—to my stomach. It was still flat. No one could tell. But the way he looked at it made heat and panic twist together so violently I felt dizzy.Helen smiled, completely oblivious. “I’ll have your bags taken upstairs. Maddox, why don’t you show Dove to her room? I need to call the caterer about the anniversary dinner next week.”She kissed my cheek and disappeared down the hall, leaving us alone in the massive foyer.The si

It was past midnight, again. Like yesterday, I couldn't sleep. The rest of the house was quiet. I had gone looking for a book in the library—anything to distract me from the constant, low ache between my legs—and instead found him.Maddox sat in one of the leather armchairs near the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand, reading something on his phone. He looked up the moment I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me.For a long second neither of us spoke.Then he set the phone down.“Lock it.”My pulse stuttered. “No.”He stood. Slow. Controlled. The same way he had moved that first night in the hotel when he decided he was going to have me.“Lock the door, Dove.”I should have walked out. Instead my hand moved on its own and turned the lock. The soft click sounded too loud in the quiet room.He crossed the space between us without hurry. When he reached me he didn’t kiss me. He simply took my wrist, guided my hand down, and pressed it against the hard ridge of his cock thro

I should have turned around the second the private elevator doors opened onto the penthouse floor.Everything about the place screamed money I had no business touching—black marble floors so polished I could see the cheap scuff on my only decent heels, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city like it was something the owner could buy and sell before breakfast, and the faint scent of cedar and something darker that made the back of my neck prickle. My résumé felt flimsy in my clammy hand. Three years as an administrative assistant, one brutal breakup that left me with half the rent and all the debt, and a bank account that had started sending me threatening little emails. I needed this job. Desperately.The man who stepped out of the shadows at the end of the hall looked like he had never needed anything in his life.Adrian Kane. Thirty-six. Reclusive tech billionaire. The kind of man whose name appeared in headlines next to words like “untouchable” and “ruthless.” He was taller than

The shower in the private suite was larger than my entire old bathroom.Hot water pounded over my shoulders while I stood there trembling, still feeling the phantom stretch of Adrian’s cock and the dull ache between my thighs. My reflection in the glass was a mess—lipstick smeared, hair wrecked, a faint red mark on my hip where his fingers had dug in. I should have been scrubbing him off me. Instead I kept replaying the way he’d looked when I signed the contract: calm, satisfied, already deciding how he would use me next.Nineteen minutes later I walked into the master bedroom wearing only the short black silk robe I’d found hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Adrian was waiting.He had stripped down to black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the deep V of muscle disappearing beneath the waistband. No shirt. Just bare, powerful chest and the same dark eyes that had watched me choke on him earlier. He was sitting on the edge of the massive bed like a king on a throne, a glass