RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Aria Kensington was used to getting everything she wanted.Tonight, she wanted to surprise her boyfriend Tyler on his birthday. She had spent hours picking the perfect cake and the most expensive bouquet. She wore a tight white dress that clung to her full breasts and curvy hips, no bra, no panties, ready to give him the best birthday gift of all.She was excited, happy, in love or so she thought. The mansion was loud with music when she arrived. Tyler hadn’t invited her, but she assumed it was part of the surprise. She smiled as she carried the cake and flowers upstairs.The bedroom door was ajar. She pushed it open. Tyler was naked, thrusting hard into Chloe, her worst enemy since high school. Chloe’s legs were wrapped around his waist, moaning loudly as he fucked her.The cake slipped from Aria’s hands and crashed to the floor. The flowers followed. Tyler looked up, surprise turning into cruel amusement. "Well, well," he laughed, still buried inside Chloe. "Look who showed up uninv

Jax tugged the chain attached to Aria’s collar, leading her from the garage into the mansion like she was his personal pet.Aria’s heart hammered wildly. She was completely naked, her ass still red from his spanking, her thighs slick with arousal. Every step made the collar shift against her neck, a constant reminder of how completely she was at his mercy."Jax… the staff might still be awake," she whispered, voice trembling with both fear and excitement. "My father could come home any minute."He didn’t slow down. "Then they’ll see exactly who owns you now."He led her through the dimly lit hallway toward the east wing, where her private suite was located. The mansion was quiet, but the risk of being caught made every second feel electric. The moment they stepped into her luxurious bedroom, Jax locked the door behind them.He turned to her, eyes dark with raw hunger. "On the bed. On your back. Legs spread."Aria obeyed, climbing onto the massive bed and spreading her thighs wide. She

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance. Liam had shoved him back and slapped him hard across that perfect face. "I’m not gay, asshole!" He’d stormed out, heart hammering, cock traitorously half-hard in his jeans. He told himself it was adrenaline. Shock. He was straight. Always had been. Girls. Soft curves. Simple. But the memory of

Liam’s knees trembled on the wet marble, his lips swollen and glistening with the remnants of Nick’s release. The shower pounded down on them like a relentless drum, matching the chaotic thunder of his heart. He could still taste the thick, salty musk of the arrogant CEO on his tongue, bitter, addictive, utterly humiliating. I’m straight, his mind screamed. I slapped this bastard two days ago. What the fuck am I doing on my knees?But his cock throbbed painfully against his soaked jeans, harder than it had ever been with any woman. Traitorous. Aching. Leaking.Nick hauled him up by the wet collar of his shirt, slamming their bodies together under the spray. Water cascaded over Nick’s sculpted chest, making every ridge and valley of muscle shine like polished marble. His dark eyes burned with raw possession as he crushed his mouth to Liam’s again. The kiss was brutal, tongue invading, claiming, tasting his own cum on Liam’s tongue with a deep, satisfied growl."You suck cock like you w

Liam lay sprawled across the black silk sheets, chest heaving, body still trembling from the aftershocks of being fucked raw by the arrogant CEO. Cum leaked slowly from his stretched hole, mixing with the expensive oil that glistened on his skin. Every muscle ached in the most delicious, humiliating way. He’d come twice, screaming Nick’s name like a broken prayer, while insisting he was straight just hours earlier.The slap from the gallery felt like a lifetime ago. Now he was naked, marked with bites and bruises, in the bed of the man he’d publicly rejected.Nick loomed over him, still hard, his thick cock shiny with their combined fluids. The CEO’s dark eyes gleamed with insatiable hunger as he reached for a wooden box on the nightstand. Inside were Liam’s own art supplies, oils, paints, brushes, that Nick must have retrieved from the ruined sketchpad in the bathroom."You’re not done painting tonight, artist," Nick said, voice a low, velvet command. He straddled Liam’s thighs, pinn