NINA “My wife will ride you for her org-sm and for your come to fill her, so she can do her duty as Mrs. Sokolov.” Jeremiah’s fingers flexed around my throat. “Go on, little wh-re. Climb over him. I know you want to.” I crawled over Lachlan, curling my fingers around his thick c-ck, and wondered — how big was Jeremiah? How long? How thick? Lachlan hissed, “Kitten, stop playing or I’ll come all over your hand.” Jeremiah growled, “We can’t have that. All his come belongs in your c-nt, wife. So get on with it.” His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t stretch this out. I have something else that needs stretching.” Shuddering, I got to my knees. As I aligned Lachlan’s c-ck with my entrance, another hand wrapped around mine — larger, slick with oil. Jeremiah. A moan escaped as my husband guided his lover’s c-ck to my core. I sank down slowly, the stretch burning until I took every inch. “F-ck,” Lachlan groaned. “You’re perfect around me.” “You too,” I moaned, pressed against his chest, lips tangled in a kiss. Then, without warning, Jeremiah pushed in two fingers — into my other h-le. I gasped as he stretched my untouched muscles. He didn’t stop. Not until I was full. Everywhere. Lachlan groaned. “I can feel you.” “I know,” Jeremiah said, his fingers thrusting deep. “Move.” Lachlan obeyed, lifting me until just his tip stretched me, then pushed me back down. I whimpered. My hips jerked. Lachlan cursed. “You like that, wife?” Jeremiah’s voice rasped in my ear. “Being used by both of us?” _ This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. Read-TW!!!! MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings
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Please read..... __________ This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. TWISTED MARRIAGE [A Dark MMF Mafia Romance] @ A. Gupta. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. ____FOR MY DEAR READERS... This work includes themes of sexual abuse, violence, dubious consent, somno _____, and other sexual practices that may be considered profane, vulgar, or offensive to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, only for mature audiences. The author does not practices, neither agrees with the content of this book, it's purely for fictional and entertainment purposes.There's a list of TW (Trigger Warning) given below, please read them carefully and then choose if you want to read this book. Your mental health matters. ♡Trigger Warnings:ABÚSE. AMNESIA,BETRAYÀL. BLACKMÀIL. BÔNDAGE.BRÁNDING. BREATH PLAY.CHOKING.DEGRÀDATION. DOUBLE PÈNETRATION. DÚBIOUS CONSENT.EDGÍNG. EXHIBITIONISM.FÔRCED ORGÀSMS.HUMILIÀTION.KIDNÀPPÈD. KNÍFE PLAY.MF/MM/MFM/MFMM.PÀIN. PARASÓMNIA.PRÀISE KÌNK. PRIMAL KÌNK.PUBLIC HUMILIATION. PTSD.REVENGE.SCÀRS. SLÀPPING.STÀLKING. SOMNOPHILIATORTŮRE. TOYS.VIOLENCE. *The author does not promote such practices and neither advices you to do so. If you think any of the above subjects could stress you and isn't for you, do not proceed, but if you think you can handle an Anti-hero like Jeremiah Sokolov, please be ready for the ride ahead. I hope by the end of this book, you'll fall in love with these characters. . ____BLURB ____ He was a king. Merciless. Powerful. And, my obsession. But he wasn't the only one who ruled my heart. ~Innessa (Nina). She was the weapon used for my destruction. Now, she'll be the slave to my ruins.~Jeremiah. If I could, I'll take both their pain and make a crown out of it. ~Lachlan. . Twelve years ago, betrayal ignited a fire that left scars on their bodies and souls. Now, vengeance drags them into a dangerous game where obsession, power, and forbidden love collide. Jeremiah Sokolov, once the untouchable Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, rose from the ashes of his own destruction—scarred, ruthless, and unyielding. The man he was died in those flames, and what remains is a cold, vengeful king. The woman he swore to protect and make her his queen was the one betrayed him, or so he believes, and he’s waited years to make her pay. He doesn’t just want her to suffer; he wants her to pay for every agonizing moment he suffered. Nina has no memories of her past or who she was. There was only one thing in her life she'll do anything to protect, even make a deal with the devil himself. Her fractured memories are a patchwork of shadows, fear, and survival. But her carefully crafted world shatters when her past collides with her present and she's called to pay for the sins she didn’t remember committing. And now, she's surrounded by men who'll test her every boundary, break her at every point and take pleasure in her tears. But, do they really? Because if there was a chance to survive this vortex of power, pain, and dangerous desire, she'll submit to them and fight for the life she was given a second chance at. Lachlan Reed has always been Jeremiah’s shadow—his enforcer, his lover, his most loyal weapon. Tasked with infiltrating Nina’s life, Lachlan expects to unearth the lies Jeremiah warned him about. Instead, he discovers a woman who isn’t the cold, manipulative traitor she’s painted to be. Strong yet broken, fragile yet resilient, Nina awakens something in him he can’t suppress. Torn between protecting her and his loyalty to Jeremiah, Lachlan finds himself in an impossible position, knowing his devotion to them both might destroy him. As secrets unravel and dangerous passions ignite, Jeremiah, Nina, and Lachlan are bound by more than vengeance. Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. . ______Hope you're all ready for what's about to unfold.Thankyou for choosing my book to read.Please comment and leave your first impression and I'll say hello to all my lovely readers.... <3A. GuptaNINA “Leave the blanket.” I froze. “But I... I’m naked.” “I know.” For a moment I looked into his eyes, and then without hesitation or questioning myself, I loosened my grip on the blanket and stood up from the bed. His steel grey eyes raked over me, making goosebumps dance on my skin and my nipples hardened as a shiver went through me. When I stepped closer to him, he widened his legs and settled me in his lap, careful to not jostle my injured arm. His hand settled around my waist while the other supported me at the back. And when I looked up at him, he was so close.... involuntarily my eyes shifted to his scarred cheek and I lifted my hand. “Don’t.” My hand froze mid-air. Jeremiah’s voice wasn’t loud, but it held the kind of weight that made your pulse stutter. I let my hand drop, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I tilted my head and said softly, “I have a scar too.” His brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak. “It’s ugly,” I whispered, my gaze holding
NINA I woke to the dull ache in my side and warmth that made me want to melt deeper into the mattress. As my eyes adjusted, I realised the only light was coming from a lamp that was lit into the corner of the room. Shadows danced lazily on the walls, the silence heavy… but not empty. On my side Lachlan slept, one arm around my middle and his chin resting on my uninjured shoulder. He was the source of the warmth I was feeling. But it wasn’t only his presence that had me waking up. I was tucked beneath soft covers, and yet I could feel his steely gaze on me. I turned and my body throbbed in dull pulses at the movement. My shoulder, ribs, thighs and legs everything ached. And sure enough, as I lifted my gaze there he was. My husband. His forearms rested on his knees, fingers laced together and he was watching me. "You’re awake," he said, voice low, like velvet brushing over my skin. "Were you hoping I don’t?" I croaked out and winced as I tried to sit up. "How's t
JEREMIAH I gestured at the open laptop. “Shall we?” A few minutes later my brother’s face filled half the screen along with Xavier on the other half. And then we were deep into strategies and plans we needed to make sure Sokolov name remained at the leadership position. For the third time my brother suggested something Lachlan and I already knew won’t be happening. And I shook my head. “It’s not happening, Jonathan. Drop it.” “I don’t see any other way. Unless, there’s someone you can marry off to the loose canon of Italy.” “Now, what is this about?” Xavier asked, sounding too interested in someone who was half insane. And I was sure it was clinically proven. “Nikolai Bianchi. I am sure he will be ready to join hands with us, considering the turbulence in his friendship with Rossi.” “He is not right in the fucking head. Who will ever give their daughter to him?” Kayne asked, sounding skeptical, “And, what is the story behind Antonio Rossi and Nicholai Bianchi? I though
AN HOUR AGO...JEREMIAHI sat in Kayne’s office, absently watching him as he poured drinks for us. My mind was still on my wife. My wife who has been getting on my fucking nerves day by day, testing my control to the point of insanity. Something has shifted between us since that night, more so because I lost my mind and did what I shouldn’t have. And I wasn’t referring to what happened between us in the forest or the erotic massage afterwards. It was about how fucking scared I was when I had found her on the terrace.And the thought of her falling from there and not being alive had messed with my fucking mind.Since then I had been re-evaluating. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore where my wife was concerned. Not only I realised that I was only deluding myself thinking I could kill her when the time comes, but also I couldn’t even bring myself to really hurt her now. I was reluctant to push her where she loses herself in her mind and acts like a living corpse.And there lies t
NINA “Can you help me sit up?” I asked Lachlan when I saw Olezka walking up to me. Lachlan reluctantly helped me into a sitting position. He had to, because when I tried to do it on my own, I hissed through my teeth as pain flared through my arm. He steadied me with a palm to my spine, his eyes telling me he hated my pain. His expression was tight. Worried. And it only turned guarded, skeptical and angry when Olezka stood beside the bed. He should learn something from Ark. The dog has stopped growling at him after learning he wasn’t a danger to me and was now currently sitting quietly. But the same could not be said about Lachlan's thoughts and his misconceptions about Olezka. But then, he had been furious when Olezka had brought me in, accusing him and practically shaking with rage— but now… now that anger had shifted to something quieter. But no less intense.At least, he wasn’t pinning him against the wall anymore. Silver lining, I guess. “How are you feeling now?” Olezka a
NINA “I fucking knew it,” Lachlan growled. “You were just waiting for your moment, weren’t you?” What was he doing? Why did he think Olezka did something? “Lac—” I began only to cry out when a hand grabbed my arm and lifted it up. Lachlan shoved Olezka away and marched to me. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” It was with great difficulty that I turned my head to see the man standing beside me who was touching my injured arm. As I focused on him, I noticed he was older which was probably the reason why he looked so unfazed to Lachlan’s outburst as he adjusted his gloves. He was tall, lean, with calm eyes and a white plaid shirt buttoned to his neck, a stethoscope slung around it. A doctor. “I am doing my job, Mr Reed.” The old man answered, pulling a metal table closer. Lachlan’s dark green eyes narrowed on the doctor as he warned, “Nothing will happen to her or I’ll kill you.” The doctor nodded like he was used to such threats and replied in a reasonable tone. “Sh
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