Todos los capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 471 - Capítulo 480

I wasn’t supposed to end up in a stranger’s bed.The plan had been simple: put on the red dress my best friend swore made me look dangerous, go to the bar, drink until the ache in my chest dulled, and prove to myself that being left at the altar six weeks ago hadn’t broken me beyond repair. One night. No names. No numbers. No expectations.I lasted two drinks before he sat down beside me.He didn’t ask if the seat was taken. He didn’t offer a cheesy line. He simply ordered a whiskey, neat, and glanced at me with eyes so dark they looked almost black in the low light.“Bad night?” he asked. His voice was low, controlled, the kind that made the hair on my arms stand up.“Something like that.”He studied me for a moment longer, then nodded like he had decided something. “I’m not here for conversation either. But if you want company that doesn’t ask questions, I’m better than sitting alone.”I should have said no.Instead I finished my drink and let him buy the next one.We didn’t talk ab

The second week was worse than the first.Every meeting became an exercise in controlled breathing. Alexander sat at the head of the table or leaned against the window with his arms crossed, voice steady as he dissected numbers and timelines, and I kept my eyes on my laptop like the future of the company depended on it. It didn’t help. I still felt him. The low timbre of his voice. The way he said my last name like it was something he had tasted.We didn’t speak outside of necessary work conversations. He passed me in the hallway once and the only acknowledgment was a brief nod. I told myself that was safer. I told myself the heat under my skin whenever he entered a room would eventually burn itself out.I was lying.Thursday night the strategy team stayed late to finish the pitch deck for the Monday presentation. By nine the others had filtered out one by one until only I remained, still adjusting slides under the harsh overhead lights. The floor was quiet except for the soft click o

Two months later the secret still held, but the edges had started to fray.We were careful. I never arrived at his apartment before nine. He never walked me to a car that could be traced back to the company. At the office we kept every interaction professional enough to survive scrutiny. I delivered reports. He approved them. We sat through meetings with the same controlled distance we had practiced since the beginning.Only I knew what his hands felt like when the doors were locked.Only he knew the exact sound I made when he told me to look at him while he moved inside me.It should have been enough.It wasn’t.The change came on a Thursday night in early autumn. I arrived at the apartment later than usual, still in the blouse and skirt I had worn to the office. Alexander opened the door looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with work. The second it closed behind me he pulled me against him and just held on, forehead pressed to my temple, breathing me in like he had been wai

Adrian’s house sat at the edge of the woods behind campus—dark wood, tall windows, the kind of place that felt more like a den than a home. He carried me inside without putting me down. Lucian followed, shutting and locking the door behind us.The second we were alone, the air changed.Adrian set me on the edge of a wide leather couch and stepped back just far enough to look at me. My jeans were still shoved down around my thighs, slick and cum cooling on my skin. Lucian’s scent clung to me. So did the fresh wave of heat already building again.“Clothes off,” Adrian said quietly. “All of them.”My hands shook, but I obeyed. Shoes. Jeans. Underwear. The campus hoodie and the thin tank underneath. I sat naked in front of them while two pairs of dark, hungry eyes dragged over every inch of me.Lucian made a low sound and started forward.Adrian stopped him with a look. “You already had her once. Watch.”He stepped between my knees and sank down, pushing my thighs wider with his hands. Th

The heat lasted three more days.Wave after wave crashed through me, each one pulling me under until the only things that existed were the dual heat of their bodies and the thick, relentless stretch of being filled by both of them. They took me on the bed, against the wall, over the edge of the couch, once on the cool tile of the bathroom floor when a particularly vicious surge hit while Adrian was helping me shower. Lucian would knot me while Adrian used my mouth. Adrian would bury himself deep in my ass while Lucian held my wrists and made me watch. Sometimes they moved together in perfect, devastating rhythm until I came so hard the world went white.Between waves they cared for me with a quiet intensity that somehow felt more intimate than the sex. They made me drink. They fed me pieces of fruit and protein. They cleaned the mess from my thighs with warm cloths and pressed soft kisses to the marks they had left on my skin. Lucian’s were impulsive, scattered across my breasts and h