Todos os capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 441 - Capítulo 450

Lucian’s fingers slid through my slick folds like he already owned them. One slow stroke from entrance to clit, and my hips jerked hard against his hand.“Fuck,” he muttered. “Soaked.”Kade moved onto the bed beside me, grabbing my chin and turning my face toward him. His mouth crashed against mine, rough and open, tongue pushing past my lips while Lucian pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I moaned into Kade’s mouth, the sound swallowed as he kissed me deeper.Rhys climbed onto the other side, yanked the strap of my tank top down, and closed his mouth over my breast. His tongue flicked hard over my nipple before he sucked, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.Vance stayed at the foot of the bed, watching. His eyes were darker than the others, almost black with hunger. He didn’t touch me yet. Just stared while his brothers worked me open.Lucian curled his fingers and pressed against that spot that made my thighs shake. “You’ve been dripping for us for days. Ever

I shouldn’t have been listening.The low, rough sounds coming from the study were unmistakable. A woman’s soft moan. The heavy thud of a body against the desk. A deep, guttural growl that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up.My father’s closest friends were here again.Three of them this time. Alphas. Older. Powerful. Men who had known me since I was a child and who now looked at me like they had never seen a girl before.I stood in the dark hallway of my father’s estate, barefoot in an oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. I had come downstairs for water. I should have turned around the second I heard the first moan. Instead I stayed, pressed against the wall just outside the half-open door, watching through the narrow gap.Cassian had a woman bent over the heavy oak desk. One of the pack girls who always seemed to appear whenever the alphas visited. His large hand was fisted in her hair, holding her sti

I woke to the low murmur of male voices and the heavy scent of alphas still clinging to my sheets.My body ached in the best and worst ways. Between my thighs I was sore and sticky, the evidence of last night still coating my skin. Four distinct bite marks—none deep enough to claim, but hard enough to bruise—throbbed along my neck and the tops of my breasts. Every time I shifted, the memory of their hands and mouths and knots flooded back so vividly my stomach clenched.Cassian stood at the foot of the bed, already dressed in dark jeans and an open shirt, watching me with that same calm, predatory patience from the night before. Dominic leaned against the wall by the window, arms crossed. Rhett sat on the edge of the mattress, one hand resting lightly on my ankle under the covers.“Morning, little wolf,” Cassian said.My voice came out rough. “You’re still here.”“We told you we would be.” Rhett’s thumb stroked slow circles against my skin. “Your father’s flight was delayed. He won’t

My father left at dawn.I stood at the upstairs window and watched his car disappear down the long driveway. The moment the gates closed behind him, the house felt different—emptier, heavier, charged with something that made my skin prickle.They were already waiting in the kitchen when I came downstairs.Cassian leaned against the counter, coffee in hand, watching me over the rim of the mug. Dominic sat at the island, scrolling through something on his phone. Rhett stood by the refrigerator, shirtless, drinking straight from a carton of orange juice like he owned the place.Three pairs of silver eyes lifted the second I appeared.“Three days,” Cassian said quietly. “No interruptions. No one coming home early.”My pulse jumped.Rhett set the carton down and crossed the kitchen in three long strides. He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me hard, tasting like citrus and heat. When he pulled back, his eyes were already darker.“Bedroom,” he said. “Now.”I didn’t argue.They followed

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face—the cold, assessing stare, the way his fingers had brushed my collarbone like he was already cataloguing what belonged to him. When the first gray light slipped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I was already awake, sitting on the edge of the massive bed in the same thin white slip I had worn the night before.A soft knock came at the main door. A young woman in a black uniform entered without waiting for an answer, carrying a garment bag and a small tray of coffee and fruit.“Mr. Voss requests you dress and come downstairs,” she said quietly. “The lawyer arrives in one hour.”She hung the garment bag on a hook, set the tray on the nightstand, and left.Inside the bag was a simple black dress—expensive, modest, and clearly chosen to make me look older than my twenty-two years. Matching heels. No underwear. I dressed slowly, hands shaking only a little, and forced down half a cup of coffee before I left the room.Luciano wa