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• Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance)   132. No demons will have you

  JEREMIAH My phone rang on the nightstand, slicing through the dark hush of my bedroom. Startling me from my thoughts of my wife while I stood near the windows, staring down at the silver swept woods, thick and still under the night sky. My fingers gripped the glass of vodka I had poured myself. But I wasn’t really seeing anything. All I saw was her. The ghost of her mouth on mine. That fucking kiss that happened so suddenly and out of nowhere. It had kept me awake. It had made it impossible for me to fall asleep. I couldn’t, not when my mind went again and again to my wife and how she had unravelled beneath me in the forest, under my bruising touch and painful knife. And then she had kissed me. She had kissed me! And I had seen in her eyes that she had wanted to. The look in her dark eyes, that spark of silver in them had reminded me of the time when she’d rush into my arms like I was her salvation. Her entire fucking world. She used to kiss me like I was her oxyg

• Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance)   131. End it all...

  Flashback Continued....NINA I sat near the window, knees drawn to my chest, arms looped around them like they were the only thing holding me together. My eyes were fixed on the moon, round, silver and silent. But it wasn’t the moon I was seeing.Behind my eyelids, burning into the back of my skull, was the nightmare I couldn’t shake. The horror of what happened two nights ago. It played again and again like a broken film reel, rewinding without mercy. And taking a piece of my soul every time it did.The cold metal stirrups still haunted me. The humiliation of being forced to undress under the eyes of the men which included my father. While he had tried to avert his gaze, Zaman and his father had looked. They had stared at me with their leering gazes when the doctor had undressed me with forceful hands because I wouldn’t comply. I had tried to fight them but they had held me down like I was a cattle subjected to their whims. Their cruel fingers digging and making me feel less than a

• Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance)   130. Flashback: The vîginity test

  Flashback #7 NINA The scent of pine and the earthy forest tones still clung to me as I made my way back to the house. My thighs ached in the best way. My lips couldn’t stop smiling, my whole body still thrummed with excitement, and the warmth he had left behind hadn’t faded. It wrapped around my skin like an invisible brand, marking me, claiming me. As I neared the back of the house, I glanced up at the window of my room and then looked back toward the trees. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it, even though I knew he wasn’t there. But I just wanted to look, to remind myself what I experienced wasn’t just a figment of my imagination... And as I did my body responded as if I could still feel the weight of his body over mine. My mind flashed back to his hot kisses and roaming hands, the way his lips had trailed down my throat, the way his hands had tugged the neckline of my dress aside with barely leashed restraint. He had kissed my skin like it was the only thing anchoring him to

• Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance)   129. Ruined. Ravished. Worshipped.

  NINA Jeremiah said, “Don’t worry, wife. I won’t take away your release. You’ll come. On his cock as he fills your empty cunt.” The words alone had me wetter than before if it was even possible. It wasn’t the first time and yet now with something new coursing between us this felt erotic in a way it hadn’t felt before. Jeremiah’s hand came to my throat and he squeezed just a little tighter, enough that allowed him to pull me up into a sitting position. His next command was for Lachlan as he said, “Settle back with your back to the headboard, little shadow. My wife will ride you for her orgasm and for your come to fill her so she could do her duty as Mrs Sokolov.” I closed my eyes, feeling the hot flush covering every inch of me. Because I was ready to do so. Ready to fuck myself on his cock. I needed it at this point like I needed oxygen to live. Lachlan got into the position, now sitting tall against the headboard,

• Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance)   128. Just fúck me

  NINA “You’re soaked, kotyonok...” he whispered. A moan broke free, raw and unfiltered, as he cupped me, teasing my folds. I was gone. Floating in the mess of oil and sensation, feel of their hands and the warmth that surrounded me. “Let’s turn her over,” Lachlan groaned, and a moment later Jeremiah pulled his fingers from me. I gasped, breathing hard, feeling the wet stretch of my hole as it fluttered and pulsed, achingly empty. Then they turned me over, strong hands shifting me onto my back, and cool air hit my nipples— they were already tight and achy, now they stiffened into hard buds, burning for attention. My eyes met the green ones and Lachlan smiled down at me. “Are you good, my kotyonok?” I nodded and then I murmured, “Kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate as he took my lips in a deep kiss. The kiss was sensual, warm and possessive and heated, making my toes curl. Like a warm winter sun melting across frozen skin. But even as I kissed him, my eyes flicked

• Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance)   127. Did you come, my little kitten?

  NINA As I lay on my stomach, still bare, the sheets cool beneath my breasts and thighs. I could feel him behind me, his presence like static on my skin. My face turned to the side to look at him. Because I couldn’t not look at him and I didn’t have any valid reason for it. I watched as he uncapped the bottles and placed them on the nightstand. He poured a generous amount from both into his palm, and then warm liquid dripped onto my back. He lifted his bandaged hand, but I said quietly, “Don’t use that one.” He paused, his hand mid-air. His grey eyes flashed and it seemed I had somehow angered him, irritation simmered in his eyes just beneath the surface like a warning. But he chose not to lash out at me and focused back on what he was doing. A moment later, the bed dipped under his weight as Jeremiah settled beside me. The silence between us was weighted, tense in a way it felt different than usual. Unlike his cruelty and anger for past, this was something else. Then he u