Todos los capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 491 - Capítulo 500

He didn’t let me leave after the first time.Kai cleaned me up with a T-shirt from the floor, then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into his lap like the party on the other side of the wall didn’t exist. I was still in my shirt, jeans gone, his release cooling on my thighs. His hand stroked idle circles on my hip, possessive in a way that should have made me panic.It made me stay.“How long?” he asked.“How long what?”“How long have you been filming yourself thinking about me.”I stared at his throat. “Since October. After the mixer. You said my name when you asked for the charger and I went home and—yeah.”Kai’s laugh was low. “A charger. That’s what did it.”“Don’t make it cute.”“It’s not cute.” His fingers slid between my legs again, lazy, collecting the mess he had left. “It’s filthy. You sat next to me for months with that in your phone. Took notes. Answered questions. Then went home and fucked yourself saying my name.”I shivered. “You watched all of them.”“Every one

The first time he asked me to film us, I said no.The second time, I unlocked my phone and handed it over.Kai set it on the dresser, angled toward the bed, and looked at me like I had just given him something more intimate than sex.“You sure?”“You already saw the solo ones.” I sat on the edge of the mattress in one of his shirts and nothing else. “If we’re doing this, I want the real version on there. Not just me pretending.”He kissed me for that—slower than usual, almost careful—then pushed me onto my back and made the video worth watching.He started with his mouth. He always did now, like he needed to get me noisy before he ever pushed inside. I forgot the camera until he lifted his head, lips shining, and glanced at the lens.“Say who you belong to.”“You.”“Louder.”“You, Kai.”He smiled, filthy and pleased, and thrust into me in one stroke. The phone caught all of it: the way my back arched, the way he held my thighs open, the way I stopped sounding shy the second he bottome

My husband asked for an open marriage with another woman’s lipstick still on his collar.I stood in our bedroom doorway and watched Grant button his shirt like this was a logistics meeting. Behind him, the intern from his office sat on our sheets in one of my robes, scrolling her phone, not even pretending to look sorry.“It doesn’t have to be messy,” Grant said. “We’re adults. You can see other people too. That’s fairness.”Fairness. As if he had offered me a gift instead of a funeral.I didn’t scream. I didn’t throw the vase. I took my purse, my spare keys, and the black dress I had bought for an anniversary dinner he forgot, and I left.I was supposed to go to my brother’s. I went to a bar instead.That was how I found them.Elias Voss saw me first.He was at the far end of the counter in a dark suit with the tie already loosened, whiskey neat, watching the room the way men watch rooms they already own. Six years had done something unfair to him. Harder jaw. More silver at the temp

I stayed three nights before the real world found the door.Grant showed up at my brother’s building first. When I wasn’t there, he started calling people who still thought we were a unit. By Thursday afternoon my brother, Daniel, was in the penthouse lobby, jaw locked, asking the front desk for the Voss residence like he already knew.Elias let him up.Daniel took one look at me in Elias’s shirt and Cade’s mark fading on my throat and went still in a way that was worse than yelling.“Tell me this is a joke.”“It isn’t,” I said.His eyes cut to Elias. “She’s my sister.”“She’s twenty-four,” Elias answered, calm as stone. “She walked into a bar after her husband offered her an open marriage from the bed he was already sharing. We didn’t steal her out of a crib, Daniel.”Rhys stayed by the window, arms crossed. Cade stood behind me, close enough that I could feel him without him touching me. Protective. Obvious.Daniel dragged a hand down his face. “Grant is losing his mind.”“Grant los

The divorce went through quietly.Grant signed. The intern posted a vacation photo and then stopped appearing in my life. Daniel came to dinner once, ate Elias’s cooking in stiff silence, and left after telling me I looked happier than I had in two years. It wasn’t approval. It was the beginning of one.I kept a drawer in the penthouse. Then a closet. Then I stopped pretending I still lived anywhere else.People talked. Of course they talked. Three older brothers. One younger woman. My brother’s friends. The city’s favorite kind of ugly story. Elias didn’t hide me at events. Rhys put his hand on my back in restaurants. Cade kissed the corner of my mouth in the car like rumor was weather.I stopped reading the comments.On a Sunday night two months after I left Grant, I found all three of them in the living room with the skyline burning gold behind the glass. No suits. No performance. Just the men who had taken me off a barstool and refused to give me back.Elias held out a box.I open