INICIAR SESIÓNGOMORRAH 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.
Ver másSean O'Shea
"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.
"Oliver Queen is the newest soldier in the group," Clark Kent says, opening the door to the sleeping quarters inside the Syndicate Operations Compound.Rodolpho Simmons stops at the entrance of the massive room, his eyes scanning the long rows of small iron cots. "Why is he staying in the shared barracks with the regular syndicate enforcers if he is supposed to join the inner circle?""Sam Lane wants him to learn from the ground up," Clark Kent answers, pointing to a tiny locker near the corner. "The underboss says no associate gets a private room unless they earn it on a syndicate expansion mission."Rodolpho Simmons nods, his face completely blank as he walks down the center aisle. "The Lane Crime Family does not give out favors easily. Is this where the guards rest after the night shift on the Kent Territory border?""Yes, they rotate every eight hours," Clark Kent says, gesturing toward the heavy metal doors at the back. "The washrooms are communal, but the operations capo cleared
"Clark Kent wants to discuss the upcoming border run," Oliver Queen says, leaning against the heavy oak desk inside the Lane Crime Family headquarters.Rodolpho Simmons adjusts his tailored suit jacket, turning away from the window overlooking the Metropolis South District. "The Kent Syndicate needs to understand that our soldiers control the lines. What else did he say?""He wants a direct meeting at the Imperial Crown Hotel," Oliver Queen replies, watching Rodolpho closely. "He claims the Luthor Crime Empire is pushing too close to the Kent Territory lines, and we need a new syndicate pact to keep them out."Rodolpho Simmons walks slowly across the room, his movements sharp and deliberate. "Tell him the Lane Crime Family does not beg for alliances. If Lex Luthor wants to test our borders, our enforcers are ready. But I will hear what the Kent Syndicate has to say.""Clark Kent is bringing his family consigliere to the table," Oliver Queen adds, straightening his tie. "This is not a
Rodolpho POV"You were always too quiet in class," Clark said, leaning back in his chair. "I noticed you before you ever said a word."Rodolpho looked at him across the small table. "You were the teaching assistant. You were not supposed to notice me like that.""And yet."That was how it started. Clark Kent was the teaching assistant for the courses Rodolpho needed to complete his degree, and from the very first session, something about the man held his attention. Clark had a calm, measured voice and spoke about his subject the way a man speaks about something he genuinely loves. He was not a striking figure, not tall, not broad, not the kind of man who stopped a room. He was good-looking in a quiet way, slightly built, his hairline already beginning to thin at the edges. None of that mattered to Rodolpho then. None of it matters now.Clark treated him with respect from the beginning. He asked questions, listened to the answers, and made Rodolpho feel like his thoughts were worth som
Sawyer Brennan POV"You sound so great when you make those loud noises," Sawyer Brennan says. He holds the big man tight against his broad chest. "I did not know you could cry out like that. You are so beautiful, Sean.""I did not know either," Sean O'Shea whispers back. His face is super hot against Sawyer's skin. "I never knew it could feel this good when a man touches me.""And you are still a virgin," Sawyer Brennan smiles a little bit. He kisses Sean's wet forehead very gently. "The real part did not even happen yet.""Are you going to do it now?" Sean asks. His blue eyes look up, very scared but very happy too. "Are you going to go inside me now, Daddy?""Yes, my sweet boy," Sawyer growls low. "I am going to take you right now."Sawyer moves his big legs and climbs right between Sean's thick thighs. He lets his hard body touch Sean's wet skin. Sean lets out a loud whimper and opens his mouth wide to catch his breath. He wants the big alpha so badly. Sawyer pushes his big body fo
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