All Chapters of RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Maddox’s head snapped up the second the door creaked wider.Those dark eyes locked onto mine, and for a heartbeat the only sound in the room was the blonde’s ragged breathing and the wet slide of him pulling out of her.He straightened slowly, every muscle in his back and shoulders shifting under golden skin. Without a word he reached for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapped it low around his hips, knotting it with one sharp tug. The thick outline of him was still impossible to ignore—heavy, flushed, glistening. The image of it burned straight into the part of my brain that would never, ever let it go.“How long have you been standing there?” His voice was low, rough from sex. “And why the fuck are you watching me fuck someone like some goddamn creep?”Heat flooded my face. My mouth opened, closed, opened again.“I—I’m sorry. I just… I wanted to speak to you.”Why the hell did I say that?Anyone would have been caught off guard. Anyone. Especially when the man in quest

I took him deeper, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering as I tried to fit more of him than my mouth could comfortably hold. Saliva slipped down my chin. Every time I pulled back to breathe, he stayed hard and heavy against my tongue, the taste of him and the faint salt of the woman he’d just been inside mixing together. My jaw ached. I didn’t stop. Maddox’s hand eventually settled in my hair—not forcing, just holding. A low sound left his chest when I finally managed to take him far enough that my nose brushed the base of his stomach. “Enough.” The word was rough. He pulled me off him with careful pressure and hauled me up like I weighed nothing. The next thing I knew my back hit the mattress. He followed, bracing himself over me, the thick length of him resting heavy against my thigh. I stared down between us. The sight of him made my stomach flip. “Is this the part where you put it inside me?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “It’s… terrifyingly big.” He didn’t answer right a

Forty-Five Minutes.I count every second.The clock on my phone crawls. Thirty-eight minutes left. Then thirty-one. My thighs start to tremble from holding the position—knees bent, feet flat, legs open the way he ordered. My cock lies heavy against my stomach, still hard, still leaking, the wet spot growing slowly beneath it. I don’t dare touch. The threat of him walking away is worse than the ache.Twenty-two minutes.I keep my left hand on my chest the way he told me. The other stays pressed to the sheet. Every time I shift even a fraction, I force myself still again. The apartment is silent except for the soft tick of the ceiling fan and the distant sound of traffic. I imagine him driving. Silver hair. Broad hands on the wheel. That calm, unreadable face looking at my photos while the city lights pass.Fifteen minutes.My hole flexes around nothing. I’m still slick from earlier, from the photos I took for Marcus. The thought of Marcus now feels distant, almost irrelevant. All I can

Richard doesn’t pull out.He stays buried to the hilt, hips flush against my ass, one hand still gripping the belt that binds my wrists at the small of my back. The other rests heavy between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned face-down into the pillow. Every slow breath he takes shifts him inside me—tiny, deliberate movements that keep the stretch alive and make my oversensitive cock twitch against the sheets.I can feel how hard he still is. Thick. Unyielding. The heat of him pulses deep enough that I can’t think about anything else.For a long minute the only sounds are our breathing and the soft creak of the mattress when he adjusts his weight. Then his voice comes low against the side of my neck.“You’re quiet now.”I swallow. My throat feels raw. “You’re… still inside me.”“I know.” His thumb strokes once along the edge of the belt. “I’m not finished with you. But I want to hear you talk while I’m this deep.”He rolls his hips in a slow circle. The movement drags over that spo

Richard doesn’t rush.He keeps me on my back, knees pressed high and wide against my chest, and fucks me with long, deep strokes that make the headboard knock softly against the wall. Every thrust drags over the place that makes my vision blur. His mouth stays close to mine—sometimes kissing, sometimes just breathing the same air—while his eyes never leave my face.“Look at me,” he says when I try to turn my head. “I want to see you when you understand this is permanent.”I look. The morning light catches the silver at his temples, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes, the absolute certainty in his expression. There is no hesitation left in him. He is taking me like a man who has already decided the outcome.My cock is trapped between us, sliding against the hard plane of his stomach with every movement. The friction is almost enough on its own. I can feel the orgasm building again—lower, heavier, different from the ones last night. This one feels like surrender.Richard shifts