All Chapters of RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I lay there on the marital bed, a trembling, cum-soaked wreck. My pussy was gaping, red, and overflowing with Damien’s thick seed. The sheets beneath me were ruined, stained with our sin. My body ached in the most delicious, filthy way, every muscle weak from the way he had destroyed me.Damien stared down at me with dark, possessive satisfaction. He ran his fingers through the mess leaking from my cunt, pushing his cum back inside me possessively. "Come," he said, his voice low and commanding. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me like I belonged to him.He took me to the bathroom, the same bathroom I shared with Ethan. The same shower where I had touched myself many lonely nights, frustrated and neglected. Damien set me down gently and turned on the hot water. Steam quickly filled the space as he stepped in with me, his powerful body pressing against mine under the spray."We need to clean you up," he murmured, but his hands told a different story. They roamed over my

SkylerI was so pathetically horny that even writing about sex wasn’t enough anymore. At twenty-four years old, I, Skyler Voss, had everything a woman could dream of, a luxurious villa, money, status, and a husband who was respected in his field. On paper, my life was perfect. In reality, it was a sexually starved nightmare.My husband, Lucas, had left this morning for a two-month business trip. Two whole months of being alone in this massive villa with nothing but my vibrating toys and my filthy imagination. I sat on the edge of our king-sized bed in nothing but a silk robe, thighs pressed together as I typed the latest scene in my secret erotica collection on my laptop.But my mind kept drifting. It always drifted back to that night.I was eighteen. Innocent. Still a virgin. I had gone downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, wearing only a thin camisole and panties. The house was dark. Then strong arms wrapped around me from behind.Mason. My older stepbrother.

I stood there frozen, my back pressed against the cold wall, Mason’s hand still boldly cupping my bare, dripping pussy under the silk robe.His fingers didn’t move. They just rested there, feeling how soaked I was, how my swollen folds parted so easily for him. The heat of his palm against my most intimate place made my knees shake."Skyler," he murmured, voice low and dangerous, "you’re absolutely fucking drenched. Your cunt is leaking all over my hand like it’s been waiting six years for me to touch it again."I whimpered, shame flooding my cheeks even as my hips twitched forward, seeking more pressure. My nipples were painfully hard, pressing against the thin robe. I could feel fresh slick coating his fingers with every small movement I made."Mason… please," I breathed, my voice trembling. "This is wrong. You’re my stepbrother. My nanny. Lucas hired you to...""To take care of you while he’s gone," he finished, his grey eyes burning into mine. "And right now, you need taking care

I couldn’t look at the kitchen island without getting wet. Every time I walked past it, I remembered how Mason had bent me over and fucked me senseless while my husband’s expensive plates sat neatly on the shelves above us. His cum was still leaking out of me hours later, a constant filthy reminder of what I had done.I spent the rest of the day in a haze of guilt and unbearable arousal. I tried to write. I tried to read. I even tried to call Lucas. But every single thing I did led me back to Mason, his deep voice, his cruel grey eyes, the way his thick cock had stretched and ruined me.By evening, I was a mess. I had changed my panties three times. My pussy was swollen, sensitive, and constantly leaking. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.When the sun began to set, I went upstairs to take a shower, hoping the hot water would calm me down. I had just stepped under the spray when the bathroom door opened. Mason walked in. He was shirtless, sweatpants hanging low, eyes locked on my na

The phone kept ringing. Lucas’s name flashed on the screen like a warning I no longer wanted to heed. I stared at it, still bent over the kitchen island, Mason’s thick cum leaking down my thighs from our latest round of raw, filthy sex. My pussy was swollen, red, and throbbing — completely owned by my stepbrother.Mason reached over and silenced the call with a single tap. "Don’t answer it," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. He pressed his still-hard cock against my ass, rubbing the cum-soaked head between my cheeks. "Not while I’m still inside you."I whimpered as he pushed back into my dripping pussy in one smooth, deep thrust. Even after cumming twice already, he was still rock hard and ready to ruin me again."Mason…" I moaned, pushing back against him. "He’s my husband…""He’s nothing," Mason snarled, gripping my hips and starting to fuck me with long, powerful strokes. "Not anymore. This married cunt belongs to me now."He fucked me harder, deeper, the wet sounds of his