LOGINGOMORRAH DADDIES: Desire of Sin The first time he put his hand around my throat, I didn't fight. I thanked him. Not out loud. But my body felt it—every nerve, every dark pulse. He knew it. They always know it. The way you crumble when a man old enough to know better looks at you like you're the only target he's had in years. The way your mouth goes dry when he calls you good boy in that voice—low, ruined, hungry—and you realize you've been starving your whole life for someone who isn't afraid to take charge. GOMORRAH DADDIES isn't a simple love story. It's a confession. A bleeding, breathless catalog of every dark choice you've ever wanted and been too terrified to name. Your best friend's father who finally stops pretending he hasn't memorized your shadow. The silver fox next door who teaches you exactly how he rules—slow, intense, deep—while his gold ring glints in the dark. The alpha who doesn't ask before he claims what's already his, who holds you down and whispers mine until you believe it with your whole broken heart. The age gap that should make you run, but instead has you staying, begging him to stay, to ruin you, to keep you. Every story is a different challenge. Every leader is a different path. And every single one of them knows what you need before you do. They don't come to guide you gently. They come to change you completely. And you're already listening, aren't you? Content Warning: Contains intense MM drama, power imbalances, large age gap relationships, and dark themes that will keep you reading late into the night.
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"You look totally hot!" Kate Gallagher yells loudly.
"I look too big," Sean says. He looks in the big glass mirror. He shakes his head fast. He pulls at his dark black shirt. "I feel fat and clumsy."
"You are huge and strong," Kate says back. "You have thick muscles. Guys love that."
"I hate this suit," Sean frowns hard. "It shows too much."
The tight suit hugs his wide chest and thick thighs too tightly. He is a hidden heir of the O'Shea Crime Family. He likes quiet days working at the O'Shea Bakery and Café. He likes lifting heavy flour bags. Now Kate makes him dress up. She wants him ready for an arranged family introduction tonight.
"I want to stay right here at the O'Shea Heights Apartment," Sean says. "I want to watch movies."
"No way," Kate grabs his thick arm. "Jack Donovan waits for us right now. His friend Boone Callahan is your date tonight. Boone is a tough associate in the Syndicate."
"Guys never like me," Sean says, looking down at his heavy boots. "I am not cute."
"That is a lie," Kate says.
"Remember Charlie Morgan?" Sean asks. "I tried to talk to him nicely. He just laughed at my face. He said I was too soft for a dark mafia world."
Sean remembers that bad day clearly. It hurt his chest. He learned his place then. He stays quiet now. He thinks nobody wants him.
"Charlie is a stupid idiot," Kate spits out. "He is a weak guy. Boone is totally different. Jack says Boone likes big guys. You need a real man, Sean."
"Stop it, Kate. Please stop."
"You need a wild night out," Kate pushes his back toward the heavy wooden door. "Boone will want you. The Brennan Syndicate has rough guys. They like thick guys exactly like you."
"But what if he hates me?" Sean asks loudly. His large hands shake a little. "What if he thinks I am ugly?"
"He will not think that," Kate says.
"Then we leave," Kate promises fast. "But we get free food first. Jack pays for everything. Brennan's Reserve Restaurant has the best thick steaks. We get to eat right inside the Capo Council Booth."
"I do not know," Sean sighs big.
"Come on, Sean! Do not be sad," Kate smiles widely. "You need to show off your body. You are twenty-one years old. You cannot read silly books all day."
"People are mean to me," Sean says. "I am just a big guy. They only want small guys."
"Stop that bad talk," Kate points a finger at him. "You are a handsome man. You have your own fans out there. Many guys like strong, thick men. They look at pictures of guys like you every day."
"Okay," Sean agrees finally.
He feels nervous. His heart beats super fast.
"But if it gets bad, we go home fast," Sean adds. "You have to promise me."
"I promise you," Kate checks her bright phone screen. "Now we move. The Syndicate Town Car Service waits outside for us."
They walk outside the tall building. The dark street feels cold. The big black car waits by the curb.
"Get inside," Kate points. "Hurry up."
Sean climbs into the back of the big car. The seats smell like rich leather and gun oil. The driver sits up front. He is a Former Syndicate Enforcer. He looks very scary and quiet. He wears dark sunglasses at night. Sean looks out the dark window.
"Here is the master plan," Kate talks fast. "We walk into the place. We look super strong. If Boone is a boring guy, you just eat the good food. If he is fun, maybe you can go home with him tonight."
"You are crazy," Sean blushes bright red. "I do not do that."
"Big guys need fun too," Kate winks at him. "You need a good night."
Sean crosses his heavy arms over his chest. He looks at the tall, dark buildings of Blackthorn City. He feels scared inside. He never goes on real dates. He just hides in the back room at the bakery. He is a Hidden Mafia Heir. Most people do not know his real name. They do not know about the O'Shea Alliance. He wants to keep his quiet life.
The car moves fast down the street. Sean fixes his tight shirt again. It squeezes his broad shoulders. He feels like a stuffed toy. He hopes Boone is a nice guy. He hopes Boone actually looks at him and smiles. He wants someone to care about him.
"We are almost there," Kate says. "Look alive."
"I feel sick," Sean holds his stomach. "My tummy hurts."
"You are just nervous," Kate laughs. "Take a deep breath. You are an O'Shea. Act like it."
Sean breathes in and out. It does not help at all. The car stops hard.
Sean looks out the thick glass window. Brennan's Reserve Restaurant looks huge and scary. Tall, angry men stand outside the big doors. They are Family Enforcers. They wear dark suits and carry hidden guns. They watch everyone on the street.
"Let us go right now," Kate opens the car door. "Time to shine."
Sean steps out onto the wet street. His heavy boots hit the hard ground. He pulls his shirt down one more time. He wishes he could hide in the dark shadows. He breathes in deep air. The cold air smells like rain and cigar smoke. He hears music from inside the place.
"Walk tall," Kate whispers. "Do not look scared."
"I am trying," Sean whispers back. "My legs feel like jelly."
A tall man walks out of the dark alley near the big door. The man wears a sharp black suit. He has cold, dark eyes. He looks very dangerous. He has a scar on his chin.
Sean stops moving his feet. His breath gets stuck deep in his throat. The scary man looks right at him. The man does not look away. He steps closer. Sean feels his stomach flip upside down. He cannot move away from the man.
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Lucien D'Artois POVEvelisse’s tracking message arrives shortly after I enter my own gates. I attempted to return to my tasks in the study, but the raw memory of her skin against the obsidian stone was too overwhelming, forcing me to abandon the room. It was an actual physical agony to watch her drive away from my citadel tonight, but I had to grant her that space. As desperately as my inner beast craved locking her away in my deepest chambers, I knew it wasn't the proper hour. At least not yet.The digital text contained only three words: Come claim me. I bolted from the citadel instantly.Thank the dark gods Odette Viremont was nowhere to be found. Most nights she occupies the private estate of Gideon Valmont so they can indulge in their forbidden desires without court scrutiny. I cannot fault their choice. Since crossing paths with Evelisse, my entire existence revolves around separating her from the world.There are still immense secrets Evelisse does not comprehend, and the hour
A month ago, Alistair wouldn't have noticed if I vanished into the Blackmoor Haven crypts for days. Now, with this horrific Sebastian Montclair alliance, he is tracking my every step. I am going to have to force him to see that I am no longer his to trade."Does your bloodline trouble you?" Lucien asks, fastening his dark shirt. I want nothing more than to abandon the clothes and crawl back into his cold lap."My father is searching for me," I tell him, reaching for my lace bra. "I must return to the manor.""Your home is inside my blood citadel," Lucien offers smoothly."I desire that more than anything, but I must face him. I need to do this. He is the only blood relative I have left in this world."Lucien's green eyes scan my face for several tense seconds before he finally gives a slow nod. "Very well." I can see the raw reluctance in his jaw, but he is yielding exclusively for my sake."Thank you." I rise onto the tips of my toes to press a soft kiss against his cold cheek before


















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