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 “Zasuni dva pal’tsa v nashu kisku.” [Thrust two fingers in our pussy.] I frowned. I hated how I couldn't understand them but before I could complain, two thick fingers slammed inside my pussy. I inched up on my knees, a loud gasp left my lips and I stared wide eyed at Lachlan. He smiled, his hand now jerking his cock. “How does she feel?” My husband answered, “Warm. Wet, and,” His fingers parted inside me, stretching me, “Tight.” A needy whimper escaped me as Jeremiah continued the slow thrust of his fingers inside my pussy and twisting them inside me. I could feel my juices coating his digits, my thighs trembling from the pleasure coursing through me. My hips moved on their own accord, taking him deeper, only to pause when I felt his thumb pressing on my other hole. I swallowed, braced myself and sucked in a breath as he slowly breached my hole with his wet thumb. It wasn’t foreign as he’d already done it a few times and even teased me with other objects, mainly ch
NINA The moment he stepped inside his bedroom with me secured in his arms, despite myself, my eyes went to the bed where we had been kissing so passionately, where I was writhing under him, before the moment was broken. He strode toward his bathroom without saying a word or even glancing at me and put me down on the counter. I sucked in a breath when my heated flesh came in contact with the cold marble. He stared at me, freezing in his movement as he frowned. I whispered, “It’s just cold.” Once again, keeping his silence, he turned around and I watched as he started to fill that massive tub on the other side and poured what I guessed was salts and oils in it that I didn’t know the name or purpose of. Soon the bathroom started to smell like a mix of lavender and bergamot. When the tub was filled more than half, he picked me up and then carefully settled me in the lukewarm water. It wasn’t as warm as I’d like but it was soothing against my overheated skin. And with the
SneakPeak of my next upcoming book:____VALENTINAI was never good at staying where I was supposed to be, or doing what they tell me to. Maybe that’s why I escaped the monsters while my brother remained behind. I didn’t even know where he was. All I knew was I’ll find him one day. I’ll get him back by my side where he belonged since the day we came into existence.Now, as I sneaked out of the class, the bells from St. Augustine’s tolled from the other side and I felt my shoulders slumping as I realised that one of my hiding spots was not available as it seemed there was someone in the church. So I made my way to my second favourite spot to stay away from people and especially Mrs Magda who thinks spanking girls makes a better punishment. I ran without making any noise, I’ve had years of practice to remain invisible. And I succeed most of the time, unless someone sees me and then they look at me with eyes that I want to poke.I pulled at the heavy door with all my might, trying to
NINA My husband was hugging me. Who would’ve thought? Certainly not me. But I didn’t care at the moment, I sunk into it. I was melting in his arms like a butter as he engulfed my shaking body. His hold was so tight, almost crushing, and his embrace so warm, I snuggled into his chest. “Fuck. Nina. Why did you leave? How could you leave?” I pulled back and stared into his grey eyes, noticing the dark shadow of fear. “I was fulfilling my promise,” I said as I stepped to the side and gestured at Lachlan who was slowing making his way to us. Jeremiah followed my gaze and a heartbroken breath left his lips before he almost stumbled into Lachlan. They both slid down to the ground on their knees as if they could no longer hold themselves up, and all they needed was the other person. My husband’s hands cradled Lachlan’s bruised face as if he were the most precious thing he had ever held. His eyes searched, frantic, memorizing every cut and swollen scar, and terrified intens
Flashback #10 INNESSA It was astonishing how I could feel him before I saw him. And the crunch of dried leaves beneath his footsteps told me he wasn’t trying to hide his presence like he usually does. And I wondered if it was because of last night. My body stiffened at the reminder. Reminder of how I'd have to share him with someone else if I wanted him. And I should’ve known, with a man like Jeremiah Sokolov who has a body like a god and presence of a monster, I wouldn’t get to keep all of him to myself. When I turned around, I found him only a foot away, his eyes locked on mine with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. Before I could speak, his voice cut through the night. “Do you have an answer?” Right. He wanted my answer before anything.He lifted his hand and wrspped it around my throat. "Will you share me with him?" I licked my lips, my heart thundering as it had been doing so since I learned about Lachlan and what it meant. I asked the question that had
NINA The loud shot rang in my ears, echoing like thunder in the attic. My arms jerked back from the force, my shoulder stung, and for a breathless second I stared at him wide eyed, searching if I had shot him. My lungs locked tight, refused to take another breath, until Lachlan’s voice broke through the haze. “Good girl,” he rasped, his voice raw but steady. “Now untangle it from around my leg so we can get out of here, kitten.” Relief surged through me so fast it made my knees weak. I dropped to the floor beside him, fingers trembling as I wrestled with the stubborn chain. The links were warm from the scorching air, and my shaking hands refused to coperate. “Come on, damn it,” I cursed at my trembling fingers. The moment, the chain loosened, Lachlan surged to his feet with a low growl and clamped the back of my neck in a firm grip. His eyes were fierce as he dragged me closer until I could feel the heat of his breath against my temple. “I am going to be the one to punish
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