All Chapters of RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

533 Chapters

Sold to the Mafia King(3)

I was in his bed by midnight, just as he ordered.The connecting door had been left open. I walked through it on bare feet, wearing only the thin silk robe that had been left on my bed after the shower. Luciano was already there, sitting in a low armchair by the window with a glass of whiskey, shirt unbuttoned, watching the city lights far below.He didn’t look at me right away. He finished the drink, set the glass down, and then turned his head.“Come here.”I went.He pulled me between his spread knees, hands settling on my hips over the silk. His thumbs stroked slow circles against the bone. Up close I could see the faint scar along his jaw, the silver threading through the dark hair at his temples, the absolute certainty in his eyes.“You’re trembling again,” he said.“I’m cold.”“You’re not.” He tugged the belt of the robe loose. The silk parted. Cool air kissed my skin. His gaze dropped, taking in every inch of me with open possession. “You’re exactly where you belong.”He stood

Sold to the Mafia King(4)

Three weeks after the wedding, I stopped pretending I still had a choice.Luciano never asked if I wanted him. He simply took—in the mornings before he left for meetings, in the evenings when he returned smelling of cigars and power, in the middle of the night when he reached for me in the dark like it was his right. Which, according to every paper I had signed, it was.I learned the shape of his hunger. The way he preferred me on my back so he could watch my face. The way he liked to pin my wrists and make me say his name when I came. The way he would press two fingers inside me afterward, pushing his own release deeper, and murmur, “Stay full for me.”I also learned that the cold, untouchable Mafia King had cracks.One night I woke to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the city through the dark glass. I sat up slowly. The sheet slipped to my waist. He didn’t look at me.“My first wife died because of a man like your stepfather,” he said quietly.

CLAIMED BY THE BLACKTHORN BROTHERS

The mansion swallowed me the moment the iron gates closed behind the car.I sat in the back seat with my hands clenched in my lap, staring at the sprawling stone estate that now belonged to my mother by marriage. Three stories of dark windows and sharp angles, surrounded by woods that looked like they could hide anything. My mother’s new husband, Silas Blackthorn, had paid for everything—the moving trucks, the new clothes, the private driver who hadn’t spoken a single word the entire ride.I hadn’t asked for any of it.My father had been dead only six weeks when Mom announced she was remarrying. Six weeks. I still woke up some nights reaching for a voice that wasn’t there anymore. And now I was being delivered like luggage to a house full of strangers who were supposed to be my family.The front doors opened before the car even stopped.Three men stood on the steps.They looked like they had been carved from the same dark stone as the house—tall, broad-shouldered, expensive clothes th

Claimed by the Blackthorn Brothers(2)

Dinner was a performance I hadn’t rehearsed for.The long table gleamed under low lights. My mother sat beside Silas, smiling too brightly, talking about renovations and charity events like this was normal. I picked at the food on my plate and tried not to notice the three pairs of eyes that kept finding me.Kieran sat directly across from me. Every time I glanced up, those silver eyes were already waiting. Rian lounged two seats down, spinning a knife between his fingers with lazy precision. Cassian ate in silence, but I felt the weight of his attention like a hand on the back of my neck.When the plates were cleared, Silas stood. “I have a late call. Vera, come with me.”My mother hesitated only a second before following him out. The dining room door closed. The air changed.Rian set the knife down with a soft click. “Finally.”Kieran leaned back in his chair, studying me. “You’ve barely touched your food.”“I’m not hungry.”“Liar.” His voice stayed soft. “You’re nervous. Your pulse

Claimed by the Blackthorn Brothers(3)

I woke to the sound of rain against the windows and the low, unmistakable feeling that I wasn’t alone.The room was dark except for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the clouds. My door was still locked. The bathroom door was still locked. None of that mattered.Kieran sat in the armchair near the window, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, watching me like he had been there for hours.I sat up slowly, the sheet clutched to my chest. “How did you get in?”“Does it matter?” His voice was quiet, almost gentle. The silver in his eyes caught what little light there was. “You left the window cracked.”I hadn’t.He stood and crossed the room without hurry. Every step made the air feel heavier. When he reached the side of the bed, he didn’t sit. He simply looked down at me until my pulse was loud in my ears.“You dreamed about us,” he said. Not a question. “I felt it. We all did.”Heat flooded my face. The dreams had been vivid—hands, mouths, the press of bodies that b

Claimed by the Blackthorn Brothers(4)

They didn’t let me leave the bed for most of the next day.Morning light had barely touched the windows when Kieran woke me with his mouth between my thighs. Rian and Cassian were already there—one kissing me slow and deep, the other marking the soft skin of my breasts with teeth and tongue. By the time the three of them had taken me again, the sheets were ruined and my voice was hoarse from crying out.They fed me. They made me drink water. Then they started over.It wasn’t until late afternoon that Kieran finally spoke the words I had been waiting for without knowing it.We were tangled together in the center of the bed. My head rested on Cassian’s chest. Rian’s fingers traced idle patterns along my spine. Kieran lay on his side facing me, silver eyes steady.“The bond is already half-formed,” he said quietly. “It’s why you dream of us. Why your body answers before your mind does. Why every time one of us is inside you, it feels like coming home.”I swallowed. “And if I say I don’t

HEATBOUND TO MY STEPBROTHER

The heat hit me three days after my mother married his father.I should have known it was coming. The low-grade fever that wouldn’t break. The way every scent in the house suddenly felt too sharp. The restless ache under my skin that no amount of cold showers could touch. I had been on suppressants for years, ever since I presented as an omega at sixteen. But the prescription had run out the week of the wedding, and between the packing and the moving and the forced smiles, I had forgotten to refill it.By the time I realized my mistake, it was already too late.I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around my legs, a low, needy sound caught in my throat. My skin felt too tight. My core throbbed with an emptiness that made me press my thighs together hard enough to bruise. The air in my new bedroom—still half-unpacked boxes, still smelling like fresh paint—was thick with my own scent.Sweet. Heavy. Unmistakable.Omega in heat.I stumbled out of bed and l

Heatbound to My Stepbrother (2)

Kai kicked the bedroom door shut behind us and dropped me onto the mattress.I bounced once, the oversized T-shirt riding up around my waist. The second my back hit the sheets, another wave of heat crashed through me so hard my vision blurred. Slick soaked the insides of my thighs. A broken, needy sound tore out of my throat before I could stop it.Kai stood at the foot of the bed, chest rising and falling too fast, eyes almost completely black. The careful distance he had kept since the wedding was gone. In its place was something raw and barely leashed.“Last chance,” he said, voice rough. “Tell me to leave and I will. I’ll lock you in here with water and food and wait it out in the guest house. But if I stay…” His gaze dropped between my legs, where I was shamelessly wet. “If I stay, I’m going to knot you. Repeatedly. Until this heat breaks.”I should have said leave.Instead I reached for him.Kai moved like he had been waiting for exactly that. He shoved his sweatpants down, kick

Heatbound to My Stepbrother(3)

The second wave hit harder than the first.I woke to the feeling of Kai’s mouth on my throat and his fingers already sliding between my legs. The room was dim, heavy curtains blocking most of the daylight. My body was on fire again—skin too tight, core aching and empty even though I could still feel the evidence of him from earlier leaking down my thighs.“Easy,” he murmured against my pulse. “I’ve got you.”He didn’t make me wait. He rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. I was still slick and open from the last knotting; the stretch was easier this time but no less overwhelming. Kai set a deep, steady rhythm, one hand braced beside my head, the other reaching under me to rub tight circles over my clit.“Still so fucking wet,” he growled. “Your body knows who it belongs to right now.”I came quickly, face pressed into the pillow, muffling the broken sounds he dragged out of me. Kai followed a few strokes later, knot swelling and locking

Heatbound to My Stepbrother(4)

The heat broke on the third morning.I woke to pale sunlight filtering through the curtains and a body that finally felt like my own again—sore, exhausted, but no longer burning. The frantic need was gone. In its place was a deep, bone-heavy tiredness and the lingering scent of alpha and sex that clung to every inch of the sheets.Kai was already awake.He sat against the headboard, one arm still around me, watching the light move across the wall. When he felt me stir, his hand stroked once down my bare back.“It’s over,” he said quietly.I nodded against his chest. My voice came out rough. “Yeah.”Neither of us moved for a long time.Eventually Kai got up, pulled on his sweatpants, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water running. When he came back he had a warm cloth and a glass of water. He cleaned me with the same careful focus he had shown between waves, then made me drink. Only after that did he sit on the edge of the bed and look at me properly.The black had faded from

...

44 45 46 47 48

...

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP