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DIRTY ANGELS

DIRTY ANGELS

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last updateTerakhir Diperbarui : 2026-05-01
Oleh:  J L FLETCHEROngoing
Bahasa: English
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Sinopsis

Dark Romance

Fast-Paced Plot

Steamy

Bully

Lawyer

Mafia

Forbidden Love

MxM

Reverse Harem

If you’re filthy minded, step inside the doors of Dirty Angels and order a drink. Dirty Angels is a cocktail bar where desire, power, and bad decisions collide. Everyone who walks through its doors is hiding something, and everyone wants something they shouldn’t. The story unfolds through rotating points of view, each character given five chapters at a time to reveal the dirty business they’re involved in. Mafia deals. Billionaire secrets. Bad boys with dangerous appetites. Obsessions that refuse to stay buried. Each arc can be read on its own, but together they weave into a larger, darker story as the full truth behind Dirty Angels slowly comes into focus. At the centre are Marisol and Ethan, locked in a volatile enemies-to-lovers dynamic neither of them is willing to name. Around them orbit lovers, rivals, and predators: a mafia ex who won’t let go, a billionaire with too much power, a shark lawyer who knows exactly where the bodies are buried, and a found family bound together by loyalty, desire, and shared secrets. Dirty Angels attracts those who crave the forbidden. Boundaries blur. Power shifts hands. Desire takes many forms, and not everyone is looking for love. Some will find it anyway. Others will burn everything down on the way. Tropes & Themes: Enemies to lovers • MM • MMF • FF • Power dynamics • Daddy energy • Age gap (all adults) • Step-relations (adults) • BDSM themes • Obsession • Found family • Dark desire

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1-ETHAN

Ethan woke to a storm inside his chest. The sheets were twisted around his legs like restraints he hadn't asked for, and the rage hit him before his eyes even focused on the ceiling.

Dirty Angels, his bar. His blood, sweat, and late-night deals poured into every scarred beam and sticky floorboard had been ripped out from under him. At the will reading two days ago, the lawyer's voice had been flat, clinical: Lila's share, the half that should have defaulted to him, her husband of eight years, had gone instead to her younger cunt of a sister. Marisol. The name alone tasted like dirt. Marisol, with her sharp tongue and sharper eyes, who had always looked at him like he was dirt under her manicured nails. Now he was supposed to share ownership with her. Share decisions. Share the keys. Share the fucking air in the back office. His cock throbbed in furious agreement, thick and insistent against his thigh, as if the rest of his body had decided fury deserved a physical outlet.

He kicked the covers off and stalked to the bathroom, the marble cold under his feet. The shower came on scalding. Steam rose like smoke signals. He braced one tattooed forearm against the tile, wrapped his fist around his shaft, and let the anger pour out through his strokes. His mind slid, unbidden, unwanted, to the new barmaid he'd hired last week.

Remy. Twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. Sexy little thing with tits that strained every low-cut top she wore, red hair that spilled over her shoulders like spilled ink. He pictured bending her over the stockroom crates, her skirt hiked, panties yanked aside, that tight cunt swallowing him inch by inch while she gasped his name. How many nights before she stopped pretending she didn't want it rough? How long before she begged? The fantasy snapped taut. Hot ropes of cum painted the shower wall. He exhaled hard, the release doing nothing to dull the edge. He stepped out, dripping, towel slung low on his hips, and froze.

Two of the house maids stood in the bedroom doorway, feather dusters forgotten in their hands. Sofia and Camila. Both in their early twenties, both Latina, both poured into the short black-and-white uniforms he'd chosen himself, skirts barely grazing mid-thigh, blouses unbuttoned one too many for plausible deniability. Their eyes widened as they took him in: the broad chest inked with twisting vines and skulls, the ridges of muscle still glistening, the heavy length of him outlined beneath the damp towel. They looked like prey that had just realized the hunter was already inside the cage.

Ethan's mouth curved, slow and deliberate. The rage hadn't left; it had simply found a new shape. "Buenos días," he said, voice low, almost gentle. They exchanged a glance, quick, electric.

Sofia bit her lip. Camila's cheeks flushed darker. He crossed the room in three strides, close enough to smell their perfume mixed with lemon polish. He reached out, brushed the backs of his knuckles along Sofia's jaw. She shivered. "Dos," he murmured. "Perfecto." Another look between them. A tiny nod. Yes.

He let the towel drop. His cock sprang free, already thickening again, veins prominent, the head flushed dark. Their gazes dropped to it like moths to flame. He cupped Sofia's breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling the hardening nipple. She gasped. He tugged Camila closer by the waist, kissed her hard, open-mouthed, claiming. While his other hand slid up the back of Sofia's thigh, under the skirt, under the lace. His fingers found slick heat immediately. Soaked. Ready. A growl rumbled in his throat.

Camila sank to her knees first, lips parting around him without hesitation. Hot, wet suction. Her tongue swirled the underside while Sofia arched into his touch, whimpering as he plunged two fingers deep, curling them against that sensitive spot that made her knees buckle. They moved like they'd rehearsed it. Hands and mouths everywhere. They pushed him backward until his calves hit the mattress. He let them. Let them peel off their uniforms, blouses fluttering to the floor, skirts pooling, bras and panties discarded in a careless heap. Naked, they were breathtaking: full curves, smooth bronze skin, dark nipples tight with want.

They kissed each other first. Slow, filthy tongues sliding, while they watched him stroke himself lazily. "Yummy," Camila whispered, voice husky. Sofia laughed, breathy, and climbed onto the bed. She straddled him, positioned herself, then sank down in one long, greedy slide. Tight. So fucking tight. Ethan groaned, hands clamping her hips as she started to ride, hard, rolling, tits bouncing with every downward thrust. Camila swung a leg over his head, lowering her bare pussy onto his mouth. He gripped her thighs, opened her with his tongue, lashing deep. She tasted like salt and sweetness and desperation. She ground against his face while Sofia fucked him senseless. Heaven. Pure, depraved heaven. He needed more control. With a snarl, he flipped them both onto their backs, side by side. One hand collared Sofia's throat, not choking, just holding, while the other cracked across Camila's ass, leaving a blooming red handprint. They moaned in unison, arching. He ate them in turns, tongue plunging into one dripping cunt, then the other, while their fingers tangled in each other's hair, mouths fused in sloppy kisses.

When he couldn't wait any longer, he guided Camila onto all fours. Sofia slid beneath her in a perfect sixty-nine. Camila's tongue found Sofia's clit just as Ethan lined up and drove into Camila from behind. Deep. Brutal. The slap of skin echoed. Sofia's muffled cries vibrated against Camila's pussy. Ethan fucked like he was trying to punish the whole damn world through her body. When the pressure coiled too tight, he pulled out, fisted himself, and painted thick white streaks across Camila's back.

Chest heaving, he stood. "Shower," he ordered, voice gravel. "Now." They scrambled after him, giggling nervously, still flushed and sticky. Under the hot spray, he made them wash him, hands soaping his chest, his abs, his cock. They dropped to their knees again, mouths working in tandem, sucking, licking, until he hardened fully once more. He came down their throats this time, holding their heads in place while they swallowed every drop.

Clean, sated, for the moment, he stepped out, dried off roughly.

"Dressed," he said, nodding toward their crumpled uniforms. "Clean the room. You'll get a raise. And tomorrow." He pinned them with a look that made their breath hitch. "be here an hour earlier. If I don't wake up with my cock already in one of your mouths, there will be consequences. Severe ones."

Their eyes went wide, pupils blown. They nodded frantically, breathless giggles escaping as they patted themselves dry with the same towel he'd used earlier, still damp with his scent.

Ethan padded naked into the walk-in closet. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, slick and satisfied but already stirring at the thought of double-stuffing them one day, both holes stretched around him, screaming.

He yanked on black jeans, commando, letting the rough denim bite the sensitive skin. Zipper rasped up. A plain black tee stretched tight across his pecs. In the mirror, he caught their reflection: bending, wiping, whispering in rapid Spanish.

He heard "bestia." Then "animal." A smirk tugged his lips. He grabbed his boots from the rack, stomped them on, the sound echoing like gunshots on the hardwood.

Downstairs, he snatched a mug of black coffee from the kitchen counter, downed it scalding in one pull, the burn grounding him. The day waited outside, Dirty Angels, the bar that was no longer fully his, and Marisol, the sister-in-law he despised, who would soon walk through those doors expecting to play partner.

Ethan's jaw tightened. Let her come. Let her try to take what was his. He'd fuck the anger out on whoever crossed his path until the only thing left was obedience. And when the bar closed tonight, when the last drunk stumbled out, and the neon sign flickered off, he'd find someone, anyone, to remind himself exactly who held the reins. He slammed the front door behind him. The maids' soft laughter followed him into the morning light, already anticipating tomorrow's punishment, or reward.

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So far loving it. Refreshing and just enough of everything : the steam, the suspense, the story
2026-04-06 14:51:31
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1-ETHAN
Ethan woke to a storm inside his chest. The sheets were twisted around his legs like restraints he hadn't asked for, and the rage hit him before his eyes even focused on the ceiling.Dirty Angels, his bar. His blood, sweat, and late-night deals poured into every scarred beam and sticky floorboard had been ripped out from under him. At the will reading two days ago, the lawyer's voice had been flat, clinical: Lila's share, the half that should have defaulted to him, her husband of eight years, had gone instead to her younger cunt of a sister. Marisol. The name alone tasted like dirt. Marisol, with her sharp tongue and sharper eyes, who had always looked at him like he was dirt under her manicured nails. Now he was supposed to share ownership with her. Share decisions. Share the keys. Share the fucking air in the back office. His cock throbbed in furious agreement, thick and insistent against his thigh, as if the rest of his body had decided fury deserved a physical outlet.He kicked th
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2-ETHAN
Ethan pushed through the heavy oak door of Dirty Angels just as the afternoon light bled into dusk outside. The bar smelled like it always did this time of day, stale beer, lemon cleaner, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation for the night ahead.Neon signs flickered to life above the bottles: one red “OPEN” that buzzed like a trapped insect, another green “HANDS OFF” that always made him smirk. He was still half-hard from the morning, the memory of Sofia and Camila's mouths lingering like smoke in his veins.But the rage had returned full force, sharper now, honed by the drive over from his gym.Victor was already there. The lawyer sat at the far end of the polished mahogany bar like he owned the place, which in a way he did, every loophole, every threat, every quiet favor that kept Ethan's empire intact.Tall, lean, impeccably tailored charcoal suit that screamed money and menace. Wire-rimmed glasses perched on a sharp nose, dark hair slicked back without a strand out of place
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3-ETHAN
The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.Money flowed here like the bourbon, smooth, dark, and never quite clean. Everyone who mattered knew the truth, even if no one said it out loud. Dirty Angels laundered cash for the right people. Mafia money, old family money, the kind that came in duffels and left in wire transfers labeled “consulting fees.”Ethan had been connected since before he married Lila, loose threads at first, then tighter knots. Favors traded for protection, protection traded for silence, silence traded for profit. The bar was the perfect front: busy enough to hide volume, exclusive enough to keep question
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4-ETHAN
The office door was locked, the blinds half-drawn against the neon bleed from the street. The mirror still shimmered with faint white residue; the rolled bill lay abandoned on the desk like a spent cartridge.Ethan’s skin buzzed, every nerve lit from the inside. The coke had sharpened the edges of everything. Victor’s cologne, the low throb of bass through the walls, the heat rolling off the lawyer’s body as he stood too close, one hip cocked against the desk.Ethan looked at him, really looked. The sharp jaw, the dark eyes behind those wire frames, the way the charcoal suit clung to shoulders and chest like it had been painted on.His cock was thick against his thigh again, aching, and this time the want wasn’t confused. It was clear. Violent. He wanted Victor. Wanted to feel that hardness grind against him without fabric in the way, wanted to taste the bourbon and coke on his tongue, wanted to hear the man who’d always been so controlled lose it completely.Victor felt it too. The a
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5-ETHAN
The office reeked of sex and cocaine, sweat, cum, bourbon, and the faint chemical bite that still lingered in their nostrils.Remy slid off the desk first, legs shaky but eyes bright. She tugged her tank top back into place, nipples still hard and visible through the damp fabric. Skirt smoothed down over thighs streaked with drying release.She looked between them. Ethan slouched against the wall, cock softening but still heavy; Victor leaning on the desk, shirt half-unbuttoned, suit pants zipped but tented again. She licked her lips, tasting the last of Victor on her tongue.“Back to work?” Ethan nodded once. “Tell the manager its top secret, if he asks what the meeting was about.” His voice was gravel. “Whisper it. Make him squirm.”Remy grinned, wicked and satisfied. She stepped close, rose on her toes, and pressed a quick, filthy kiss to Ethan’s mouth, then turned and did the same to Victor, slow, lingering, letting her tongue flick against his.“Thanks,” she murmured. “That was f
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6-MARISOL
Marisol stretched out on the chaise longue by the infinity pool, the late January sun of 2025 warm enough to trick the skin into believing it was summer, even if the calendar stubbornly refused to agree. The mansion loomed behind her like a sleeping colossus, white stone, endless glass, palm trees uprooted from some far more exotic latitude and replanted here for effect. Her best friend Isla was currently somewhere in Tuscany, flooding her feeds with golden-hour selfies and captions about “rediscovering the self.” She wouldn’t return for another month. Perfect. The house felt deliciously empty.Isla’s stepmommy Elizabeth, blonde, Botox-perfect, forty-eight masquerading as twenty-five, was likely at another charity luncheon, air-kissing donors and performing concern for endangered sea turtles or whatever cause was trending this week. That left only him. Her best friend's daddy, Marvin. Billionaire. Sixty-nine years old and still carved like he spent mornings lifting fortunes instead
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7-MARISOL
Marisol pulled her sleek black Audi into the narrow alley behind Dirty Angels just after nine, the engine’s low purr cutting off as she killed the ignition.The neon sign flickered above the back door, red letters buzzing like a warning she chose to ignore.She’d dressed for war: black leather pants that hugged every curve, a deep crimson silk blouse unbuttoned one too many, heels sharp enough to draw blood. Her hair was pulled into a high, severe ponytail; dark lipstick matched the fire in her veins. She was ready to face Ethan, to shove the buyout papers down his throat if necessary, to claim what was hers by blood and will.She stepped out, locked the car, and strode toward the employee entrance. The night air carried the faint scent of spilled beer and cigarette smoke. Her heart hammered, not from nerves, but from anticipation. She’d spent the afternoon replaying stepdaddy’s promises, his cum still a faint, delicious ache inside her.Tonight she’d win the bar, then go home and let
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8-MARISOL
Marisol stared out the passenger window as the city lights blurred past, downtown dissolving into streaks of red and gold. Lorenzo drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting high on her thigh. Possessive. Unyielding.She did not speak. Could not. The taste of his kiss still burned on her lips. The memory of his palm pressed against her through leather echoed sharp and insistent. She was wet, aching, furious with herself for wanting this.He pulled into an underground garage beneath a nondescript warehouse on the edge of the industrial district. From the street, it looked abandoned. Inside, it hummed with money and secrets. He killed the engine. The quiet pressed in.“Upstairs,” he said.Not a request.She followed him through a steel door, into a freight elevator that rattled on its ascent, then into a loft that screamed him. Black leather. Exposed brick. Low amber lighting. Heavy dark wood. Chains hung from one beam, decorative only until you looked closer. A padded b
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9-MARISOL
Lorenzo's hand closed around Marisol's wrist, not tight enough to bruise, but firm enough that she felt the quiet promise beneath his skin.He led her down the dimly lit corridor without a word, past closed doors and the faint echo of someone else's muffled cry. The air grew thicker, warmer, scented with leather and wax and the metallic tang of anticipation.He pushed open the heavy black door at the end of the hall.The playroom.Low crimson lighting bathed the space in blood-warm shadows. Black walls, padded benches, a sturdy St. Andrew’s cross in one corner, chains dangling from the ceiling like silver vines.A wide leather-padded table waited in the center, restraints already laid out neatly at each corner. On the far wall, a rack of implements: floggers, paddles, canes, a coiled bullwhip that made her stomach clench every time she saw it.Lorenzo released her wrist and stepped behind her, his chest brushing her back.“You’re going to be such a good girl for me tonight, aren’t you
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10-MARISOL
Marisol slipped through the side gate of the mansion just after dusk, the gravel crunching softly under her heels like whispered accusations.She’d texted Lorenzo from the car: *Meeting you at Dirty Angels at 9. Don’t be late, Sir.*His reply had been a single devil emoji followed by *Good girl.*The house was mercifully quiet. No staff in the halls, no echo of Stepdaddys footsteps. She climbed the curved staircase to her suite, shedding the black leather pants she’d worn for Lorenzo like shedding skin. It was dropped on the marble floor outside her bathroom door.Hot water pounded her shoulders in the shower. Steam curled around her like smoke from a dying fire. She tilted her head back, letting it sluice over the fresh marks Lorenzo had left, crisscross welts blooming across her breasts, faint finger-bruises on her hips, the faint purple ring around one nipple where he’d bitten down just hard enough to make her scream.Her body still hummed with the aftershocks, wildfire under her s
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