Innocence Shattered by the Billionaire
By purplelove
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Chapter 1
Hevoc’s POV. “You’re going to be late for your stag party,” Yvennia teased, her fingers threading through my hair as I continued kissing her, my lips lingering on the curve of her collarbone. “I don’t care,” I murmured, pulling her closer, her jasmine scent wrapping around me. “I’d rather be here with you.” She laughed again, a sound that was as intoxicating as it was familiar, and gently pushed at my shoulders. “Hevoc, come on. They’ve been planning this for weeks. You can’t just skip out on your friends like that.” I groaned, leaning back to meet her eyes, which were alight with mischief. “I don’t need a party. I’ve already got everything I want right here.” Her laugh deepened, and she playfully shoved me again, sitting up and crossing her arms. “You’re impossible. If I can survive the bridal shower my sister threw me, you can survive one night of embarrassing toasts and bad decisions.” I leaned in, resting my forehead against hers, my voice dropping. “I’m not interested in bad decisions. Just one good one… I made that when I asked you to marry me.” Yvennia rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. “Flattering me won’t work. You’re still going.” She nudged me off the bed and stood, reaching for her robe. “Now go shower, get dressed, and be a good sport. But don’t you dare come home smelling like cheap perfume.” I smirked, sitting at the edge of the bed and grabbing her hand to pull her back to me for one more kiss. “As if anyone could ever compare to you.” She paused, her playful demeanor softening, and brushed her thumb along my cheek. “I trust you, Hevoc. Always. But don’t let them get you into too much trouble tonight. I’d hate to have to rescue you from jail the night before our wedding.” I laughed, finally standing and pulling her into a hug. “The wildest thing that’ll happen tonight is Declan losing to me at darts. Again.” “Good,” she teased, pressing a kiss to my cheek before stepping back. “But just in case, don’t drink too much and remember… you’re coming home to me.” I grabbed my jacket, pausing at the door to take one last look at her. “That’s the only part I’m looking forward to.” Yvennia leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed as she watched me. “You’re such a sap,” she said, her smile warm and full of love. “Only for you,” I replied, winking as I stepped out. As I stepped out into the cool night air, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. Ten years of love, laughter, and trust had led us here, to the brink of forever. No stag party, no drunken antics, could ever compete with the life we’d built together. And next week, I’d make it official. The hum of my car’s engine faded into silence as I pulled into the parking lot of the upscale club my friends had booked for my stag party. The place looked pristine, polished glass doors, sleek neon signs, and a faint buzz of energy that hung in the air like an unspoken promise of a good time. I grabbed my phone from the passenger seat, noticing a missed call from Declan. As soon as I dialed back, his voice came through, loud and boisterous. “Hevoc! Finally! Where the hell are you?” I glanced at my surroundings, leaning back into the driver’s seat. “I’m just pulling up now. Relax, man. I’m on my way.” “You better be,” he teased, his tone laced with mischief. “Tonight’s gonna be unforgettable!” Unforgettable? That word lingered in my mind as I ended the call. My friends knew me, they wouldn’t push boundaries, right? I trusted them. Hell, I trusted myself. But something about Declan’s tone left me unsettled. I stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance. The interior of the club was pitch-black, save for the faint glow of lights along the floor, leading me inside. The silence was strange. No loud laughter, no clinking glasses. Just…nothing. “Where the hell is everyone?” I muttered, stepping further in. The moment I crossed the threshold, the lights shifted abruptly, flooding the room with an intense, blood-red glow. Slow, sultry music began to play, vibrating through the walls and into my chest. My footsteps faltered as I took in the scene before me. In the center of the room stood a gleaming silver pole, illuminated by the shifting red light. A woman emerged from the shadows, and my breath caught in my throat. She was…barely dressed. Leather underwear that left almost nothing to the imagination clung to her body, and her long hair cascaded down her back like liquid silk. A mask obscured her eyes, adding an air of mystery that only heightened the surrealness of the moment. She walked toward the pole with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, each step teasing, her long legs accentuated by the heels she wore. My eyes… damn traitors… took in every curve. Her waist was impossibly small, and her chest strained against the flimsy bra she wore, threatening to spill out at any moment. Her butt was round, full, and almost mesmerizing. “What the hell is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the music. I felt my pulse quicken, not with excitement but with confusion and disbelief. My mind reeled as I tried to piece together what was happening. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t what I wanted. My friends wouldn’t… would they? The woman reached the pole, her movements fluid and practiced as she wrapped her hands around it, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the music. Her presence demanded attention, and despite myself, I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t move. My feet might as well have been cemented to the floor as the woman abandoned the pole and started walking toward me. Her hips swayed hypnotically, every step calculated, every motion deliberate. The air in the room felt heavier with each step she took, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. My heart pounded in my chest, not with excitement but with an unnerving mix of confusion and something I couldn’t name. Something primal. She stopped inches from me, her scent invading my senses, some intoxicating blend of vanilla and spice. Her hands, delicate yet firm, pushed against my chest, forcing me to sink into the plush leather sofa behind me. “Wait,” I started, but my voice came out hoarse, almost inaudible over the thrum of the slow, sultry music. She didn’t wait. In one fluid motion, she climbed onto me, straddling my lap, her knees pressing into the sides of my thighs. Her touch was like fire against my skin, even through the fabric of my shirt. She leaned in, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I could feel her breath, warm and teasing, ghosting over my jawline. I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the sofa as though it were the only thing tethering me to reality. Fire ignited in me, spreading through my veins like a match dropped in gasoline. “Relax,” she murmured, her voice low, sultry, and dangerous. Her lips were so close to my ear that her words sent shivers down my spine. God, what the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never felt like this before… not with any woman who tried to seduce me. Never. For ten years, I’ve been nothing but loyal to Yvennia. I’ve shrugged off advances, shut down flirtations, and stayed steadfast in my love for her. Nothing had ever tempted me. Until now. Until her. I couldn’t explain it. This woman… this stranger… had done nothing but step into the room, yet every part of me was screaming, fighting an internal battle I didn’t know I’d have to face. She moved, just slightly, her hips shifting against me, and my breath hitched. Her body pressed closer, her warmth seeping into me, making it nearly impossible to think clearly. “Stop,” I managed to say, though my voice lacked the conviction I desperately needed. She tilted her head, her masked eyes boring into me like she could see through me, see everything I was trying to suppress. “Why?” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. The word hung in the air, challenging me, taunting me. My fists clenched at my sides, my entire body rigid as I fought the wave of heat crashing through me. Because I love Yvennia. Because this isn’t me. Because I’m better than this. But even as I told myself that, even as I repeated it over and over in my mind like a mantra, I couldn’t shake the way she made me feel in that moment. For the first time in ten years, I felt weak. Vulnerable. Tempted. And I hated myself for it. My hand trembled as I lifted it. All I wanted was to push her away, to stop her hand from roaming across my chest. But the moment my fingers brushed against hers, something inside me snapped. It was like a dam breaking, a surge of heat and tension exploding in ways I couldn’t control. Her skin was soft, impossibly warm, and the electricity that shot through me at that simple contact was undeniable. I clenched my jaw, trying to steady myself, to pull back, but instead, my grip tightened around her hand. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my body betrayed me, drawn to her in a way that defied every ounce of logic I’d clung to for years. “Take it off,” I said, my voice low and strained, almost unrecognizable. Her head tilted slightly, and through the mask, I could see her lips curl into a faint, teasing smile. “What?” she whispered, her voice dripping with challenge. “The mask,” I murmured, my words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Take it off. I want to see you… see all of you.” She lifted the mask with an almost excruciating slowness, her fingers steady and deliberate. And then, the mask fell away, revealing her fully. I froze. My entire body went still, and I forgot how to breathe as my gaze met hers. Her amber eyes… God, her eyes… pierced through me with an intensity I couldn’t describe. They were unlike anything I’d ever seen, a striking combination of familiarity and mystery that left me utterly spellbound. Deep pools of amber stared back at me, flecked with gold that seemed to glow under the crimson light. They were mesmerizing, as if they could see straight through me, stripping away every layer I had carefully built over the years. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. Those eyes held me captive, stirring something inside me I couldn’t name. “You’re not married or anything, right?” she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place. The question hit me like a jolt, but before I could even think, the words tumbled out. “No. I’m single,” I said. Her smile widened, and she leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Okay, that’s good,” she murmured, her lips brushing just barely against my skin as she spoke. She shifted slightly in my lap, her movements deliberate and slow, and my hands betrayed me. Before I even realized what I was doing, they found her tiny waist, my fingers curling around her as if drawn by some invisible force. She was impossibly small under my grip, yet she held such power in that moment that it made my head spin. Her voice broke through my haze again, soft and almost conversational, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. “Sir Declan who hired me said this was for you. He told me you’ve been so sad lately… that you needed something to cheer you up.” I stiffened slightly, confusion mixing with the chaos already swirling in my mind. “Declan?” I asked, my voice hoarse, strained. She nodded, her smile never wavering. “He said you’ve been carrying a lot on your shoulders. That you deserved something… special. Something to help you relax.” But her words barely registered. That fire inside me, the one I’d fought so hard to control, surged forward like a storm I couldn’t contain. My chest tightened, and before I could stop myself, my hand shot up, cupping the back of her neck. Her skin was warm under my palm, and the feel of it ignited something primal in me. Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching in her throat, but before she could say anything else, I closed the distance between us. I kissed her. It wasn’t gentle or tentative… it was raw, desperate, and filled with everything I couldn’t say. Her body tensed against mine, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she melted into me, her lips moving against mine with a softness that only deepened the heat spiraling between us. My lips trailed along her neck, each kiss harder than the last. Her skin was addictive, warm and soft, with a faint scent of vanilla and spice that clouded my senses. She tilted her head back, giving me more access, and when her moan escaped, light and airy, like a kitten’s purr… it drove me completely mad. “Fuck,” I growled again, the curse more guttural this time, barely audible over the pounding in my chest. “Sir, I-I’m only here to dance for you…” My gaze snapped to hers, the softness of her words clashing with the storm raging inside me. Her innocent voice was a stark contrast to the heat between us, a reminder of the line I was teetering on. I let out a low hiss, my fingers curling around her waist with more force than I intended. “Do you think I care about that?” My voice was sharp, dripping with frustration I couldn’t contain. Her breath caught, her lips parting as she stared at me, wide-eyed and unsure. For a moment, the world around us seemed to still, the air thick with tension. She shifted slightly, her warmth pressing deeper against me, and I cursed under my breath, my restraint hanging by a thread. “You’re driving me insane,” I growled, my voice raw and ragged. Her gaze faltered, a flush creeping across her cheeks, but her hands remained on my chest, trembling. “I… I didn’t mean—” I cut her off, my hand shooting up to cup the back of her neck, my grip firm but not unkind. Her skin was impossibly warm beneath my touch, her pulse quickening under my fingertips. “Don’t,” I murmured, my forehead brushing against hers. “Don’t pretend this isn’t what you want too.” She gasped softly, the sound fragile and breathless, as my lips claimed hers. It wasn’t gentle, it was raw, desperate, filled with the chaos she had stirred within me. Her body tensed, her fingers clutching my shoulders as if searching for balance. Her voice trembled as she tried to pull back. “S-Sir, I’m not supposed to—” I silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, pouring everything into it, every unspoken word, every ounce of need that burned inside me. “You’re here for me,” I rasped against her lips, my voice a low growl. “Then don’t hold back. Don’t stop. Give me all of you.” Her hands slid from my shoulders to my chest, and she whispered, breathless, “I-I thought you only wanted me to dance.” I paused for a second, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. Her amber gaze burned into me. My breaths came hard and fast as I gripped her waist tighter, dragging her closer to me. “I don’t just want you to dance,” I said, my voice low, rough, almost feral. Her lips parted, but before she could say anything, I dove back in, my lips capturing hers with a hunger that couldn’t be contained. “God,” I groaned against her lips, one hand moving up to cup the back of her neck. “You’re driving me fucking insane.” Her breath hitched, and she clung to me as though I were the only thing keeping her grounded. “I’m not supposed to—” she started, but I cut her off with another kiss, deep and demanding, leaving no room for words. “You’re here for me, right?” I rasped, pulling back just enough to look at her, my forehead resting against hers. My voice was hoarse, almost desperate. “Then give me all of you. Don’t stop. Don’t hold back. You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I said, my words rough and rushed as my lips found her jaw, then her neck again. I nipped at the sensitive skin there, earning another moan from her, soft and sweet like music. It sent a jolt of need through me, making me grip her waist harder, my fingers digging into her curves. “I want you,” I said, the admission tumbling from my lips before I could stop it. My voice was raw, strained, like I was barely holding myself together. “I want every fucking inch of you.” Her lips parted as though to respond, but all that came out was another breathless moan as I kissed my way down her neck, my hands roaming over her back, her hips. She was intoxicating, and I was drunk on her, on the heat of her body, the sound of her voice, the way she gave herself to me so completely in that moment. “Please,” she whispered, her voice so quiet I almost missed it. That single word shattered what little control I had left. “You don’t have to beg,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’ve already got me. All of me.” And as I claimed her lips again, I knew there was no going back.
Chapter 2
Hevoc’s POV. I couldn’t think anymore, reason, guilt, and restraint had all been obliterated by the sheer hunger coursing through me. Without a word, I lifted her effortlessly, placing her down on the plush sofa. Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parted as though she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. I didn’t give her a chance to. Gripping her thighs, I pushed them apart, spreading her before me. The sight of her, her bare skin glowing under the red lights, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath was almost enough to undo me entirely. My hands slid down her hips, catching on the straps of her leather panties. She gasped softly as I hooked my fingers into the waistband, tugging them down in one slow, deliberate motion. I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on her as though she were a feast laid out just for me. “God, you’re perfect,” I muttered, my voice thick with desire. My hands gripped her thighs again, spreading her wider, and I lowered myself between her legs. She squirmed slightly, her hands clutching the edge of the sofa as I leaned in. “What are you—” she started, her voice breathless and shaky. But I didn’t let her finish. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue sliding against her in one slow, deliberate stroke. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and heady, and it sent a shudder through my entire body. She let out a sharp gasp, her hips jerking involuntarily as her hands flew to my hair, tangling in the strands. “Oh, my God, sir,” she moaned, her voice high and breathless. Her reaction only fueled me further. I held her hips firmly, keeping her in place as I devoured her with a desperation I’d never felt before. My tongue explored every inch of her, savoring the way she responded to each flick and stroke. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath me as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace I’d set. “Sir!” she gasped, her voice trembling, filled with both need and disbelief. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Her taste, her scent, the way her thighs quivered under my touch… it was all too much, too overwhelming, and I wanted more. I groaned against her, the vibration making her cry out as her back arched off the sofa. “You like that?” I muttered, my lips brushing against her as I spoke. “Y-yes,” she stammered, her voice breaking as she gripped my hair tighter. Her thighs trembled, her breath hitching with every movement of my tongue, and I knew she was close. I wanted to push her over the edge, to hear her scream my name and feel her shatter beneath me. I sucked gently, flicking my tongue in rhythm, and her moans turned into desperate cries. Her body tensed, her nails digging into my scalp as she let out a ragged, breathless scream. Her release hit her like a tidal wave, her thighs clamping around my head as her body convulsed against me. I held her through it, my grip firm on her hips as I continued to taste her, drawing out every last tremor. I couldn’t wait any longer. The fire in my chest, the hunger in my veins, it consumed me. My hands fumbled at the waistband of my pants, shoving them down just enough to free myself. I didn’t bother to remove them fully, they bunched around my thighs, forgotten and irrelevant. Her eyes were still hazy from the aftermath of her climax, her chest rising and falling as she looked up at me with a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. My hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open once more as I positioned myself. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed forward, entering her with a single, deliberate thrust. Her reaction was immediate. She gasped, a sharp, almost startled sound that echoed in the room. Her hands flew to my shoulders, gripping me tightly, and I froze. Her eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears, and her lips parted as though she were struggling to catch her breath. “Wait,” she whispered, her voice trembling. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Panic surged through me, cutting through the haze of desire as I took in the sight of her. Her body was tense beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she stared up at me, her eyes glossy with tears. “Shit! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I muttered, my voice rough and unsteady. I cupped her face gently, brushing her hair away from her damp cheeks. She didn’t answer immediately, her breathing uneven as she tried to calm herself. Her gaze flicked away from mine, but I caught the way her bottom lip quivered, betraying her emotions. “Talk to me,” I urged, my voice softer now, filled with concern. I didn’t dare move, keeping myself completely still inside her as I searched her face for answers. “I’m fine,” she finally said. “No, you’re not,” I replied, shaking my head. “You’re crying. I… fuck, I didn’t mean to—” “It’s not that,” she interrupted, her hands sliding from my shoulders to rest against my chest. Her touch was hesitant, almost shy, and it only made my concern deepen. “It’s just… I’ve never…” Her words trailed off, but the implication hit me like a freight train. “You’ve never…” I echoed, my voice barely audible. My heart pounded as I tried to process what she was saying. “You’re a virgin?” She nodded slowly, biting her lip as a single tear slipped down her cheek. I cursed under my breath, guilt slamming into me like a wave. I hadn’t even thought to ask. I hadn’t noticed the signs. I’d been so caught up in my own desire, my own need, that I hadn’t stopped to consider her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked softly, brushing the tear away with my thumb. “I didn’t think it mattered,” she admitted, her voice shaky. “I wanted this… I still do. I just—” I cut her off with a gentle kiss, my lips brushing hers lightly. “I need to know if you’re okay,” I murmured against her mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “You’re not,” she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Just… go slow.” Her words sent a surge of tenderness through me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. I nodded, swallowing hard as I leaned my forehead against hers. “Okay,” I said quietly, my voice steady this time. “I’ll take care of you.” I moved carefully, slowly, making sure to watch her every reaction, to feel the tension in her body give way to trust. In that moment, my hunger shifted, it was no longer about my own need but about giving her something she would never forget, something that felt as special as it should. And as she relaxed beneath me, her breath soft and even, I knew I was holding something fragile, something precious. Something I couldn’t afford to break. I moved slowly at first, letting her adjust, her soft gasps and the way her nails dug into my shoulders guiding me. But as her body relaxed beneath me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. She felt incredible, warm, tight, and inviting in a way that was almost overwhelming. My hips began to move with more urgency, and the rhythm between us grew hungrier, more desperate. She clung to me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to me. I didn’t waste the opportunity. My lips found her skin, hot and flushed, and I licked the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. Her moan filled the room, soft at first, but as my pace quickened, it grew louder, more breathless. “You feel so fucking good,” I groaned against her neck, my voice rough and raw, barely recognizable. My teeth grazed her skin, and she shivered beneath me, her nails raking down my back. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I sucked on her neck, leaving a mark I knew would linger. The thought of her carrying a piece of me, even after this moment, sent a primal surge through me, driving me to thrust harder, deeper. “Oh God,” she cried out, her voice trembling, her body arching against mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, as if she couldn’t get enough. “God, you’re perfect,” I groaned against her skin, my voice rough and needy. “You feel so fucking good… better than I ever imagined.” She whimpered, her hands clutching at my back as if trying to hold on to reality, but I didn’t let up. I thrust harder, deeper, drawing out another breathless cry from her lips. “Say it,” I growled, lifting my head to look into her eyes. “Say you’re mine.” “I-I’m yours,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. Hearing those words from her lips pushed me further. My hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as I pounded into her, losing myself in the way her body responded to mine. I leaned up, cupping her face with one hand, forcing her to look at me as I moved inside her. “Look at me,” I demanded, my voice low and commanding. “I want to see your face when you fall apart for me.” Her amber eyes locked onto mine, wide and glassy with pleasure. The sight of her, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way she was completely lost in the moment made my chest tighten. I groaned, leaning down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, pouring every ounce of my need, my desire, into it. “You feel so fucking good. I don’t ever want to stop,” I muttered against her lips, my breathing ragged. Her response was a soft moan, her legs tightening around my waist as I buried myself deeper inside her. Her head fell back against the sofa, exposing her neck once more, and I couldn’t resist. “God, I can’t get enough of you,” I growled, sucking and licking the delicate skin there. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you is fucking perfect.” Her cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath mine, and I knew she was close. I cupped her cheek, leaning in to whisper against her lips. “Come for me,” I demanded, my voice a husky growl. “I want to feel you fall apart for me. Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” And when she did, her body tensing and her cries filling the room, I followed her over the edge, completely consumed by her. She was mine, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. As the final shudder coursed through me, I collapsed against her, my breath ragged and heavy. Her body trembled beneath mine, her chest rising and falling in sync with her gasps. I kissed her forehead softly, my lips lingering against her damp skin. She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, her amber gaze still hazy, her lips parted as if to speak. But no words came. Instead, her fingers lightly traced the lines of my jaw, her touch featherlight but igniting sparks anew in my veins. I swallowed hard, my resolve slipping. My body, my mind, everything about her still consumed me. I wanted more. Needed more. The ache within me hadn’t eased. It had only grown, a fire that couldn’t be extinguished. I captured her lips again, this time with renewed fervor, my hunger impossible to contain. She let out a soft moan against my mouth, her hands sliding up to grip my shoulders as I deepened the kiss, my tongue claiming hers. I shifted my weight, pulling her with me as I leaned back against the sofa, keeping her flush against my chest. “You’ve ruined me,” I murmured, my voice low, rough. Her breath hitched as I ran my hands down her back, feeling the arch of her body pressing closer to mine. My lips moved to her neck, tasting the soft skin that had already become addictive. Her moans were soft, pleading, driving me further into the haze of desire. Without another word, I positioned her over me, guiding her hips as she sank down onto me once more. Her gasp was sharp, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her again, the sensation overwhelming, electric. Her body tensed before relaxing into the rhythm I set, her movements slow at first but growing more fervent with each passing second. Her hands slid down my chest, her body completely yielding to mine. I gripped her hips firmly, driving her down harder, faster, pulling every sound from her lips that I could. “You feel so good,” I groaned, my voice hoarse, my grip tightening on her waist. I could feel her trembling beneath my hands, her body shaking as she surrendered completely. Her cries echoed in the room, each one pushing me closer to the edge. I leaned forward, capturing her lips again, swallowing her moans as my movements became erratic, desperate. She clenched around me, her nails dragging down my back, and it sent me spiraling. When we both reached the peak together, her head fell against my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. I held her close, my heart pounding against hers, the room spinning around us as we tried to come back to earth. I pressed another kiss to her forehead, soft and lingering, and she sighed contentedly against me. But even as her body relaxed in my arms, I couldn’t help the desire that still smoldered in my chest. She was intoxicating, and I wasn’t done with her yet.