LOGINNINA “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 No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the tears. They kept falling. I silently wiped them away as I carefully poured water over his other shoulder away from the left side where he was hurt. Jeremiah stayed still, relaxed back against the lip of the tub, letting me do all the work because I insisted. When I moved in front of him, his grey eyes met mine and I knew he could see my tears. He shook his head as he murmured, "Are you going to keep crying like this, lisichka?" "I can't stop them..." I wiped more tears. "I hate that you went through so much." He grabbed my hand and took the washcloth from me, dropping it to the side. Pulling me closer, he said, "And I hate to see you cry like this. Stop it before I punish you." I sniffled. "You can’t punish me for crying." "Want to bet?" I pursed my lips. He smirked. His wet thumb brushed along my lower lip. "It took me a long time to understand this that the more I stay in the past, the more far I'll be fr
JEREMIAH “You have it.” For a long minute, she stood there frozen, staring at me. “Lisichka…” Her breath caught. And then her eyes widened as if finally recalling and understanding what I just said. She swallowed a few times before she asked, “Do you really mean it?” And there was so much hope visible in her dual colored eyes, it made my chest ache. “Jer?” The doubts holding me back gave way to her hope and I smiled as I cupped her cheek and replied, “Yes, wife.” My voice was low, steady. “Help me with my clothes. And dress my wounds. Will you?” “You… you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can wait.” “But the wound on my shoulder won’t. It needs your care right now, wife.” Unshed tears filled her gaze as I grabbed her hand and we walked to the bathroom. There was a brief moment of hesitation when she stood in front of me in the bathroom, as I realised how vulnerable I was going to be. For the first time I was breaking down all the walls between us. Dis
JEREMIAH As I dried her hair, the silence felt comfortable, not like where I’d want to escape my own thoughts. Not the suffocating kind I used to live in. Not the kind filled with accusation and ghosts and things unsaid. This one felt… fragile. When I placed a hand on her shoulder she covered it with hers, engulfing it with her small one. The gesture was simple, the touch so soft, it filled my chest with warmth. Our eyes met in the mirror and there was something in the air around us, wrapping us in a bubble that felt soft and filled with magnetic tension at the same time. Her lips parted when I leaned down, but before either of us could’ve said anything a loud scream permeated the sir, shattering that bubble. Nina jerked in her seat, startled. Her brows furrowed as she looked at me in confusion. “What’s happening?” “Stay here. I’ll check.” But when I took a step back, she grabbed my hand. “I am coming with you.” I could see in her eyes that she won’t obey. And her
JEREMIAH As soon as we entered the bedroom the air around us changed. Nina stared at the bed like she could still see what had happened there before she had left. And as I replayed it in my head, my own heart felt the familiar pull. It felt like forever since I'd touched her and a part of me wanted to grab her by the throat and claim her again, especially when I think about how close I came to lose her. “I… I need to take a shower…” She turned to look at me, thankfully interrupting my dark thoughts. But when I looked at her, I saw how her eyes couldn’t meet mine. “Do you need anything before I go?” I shook my head. She nodded. “Okay… I..." She gestured at the door, her hands nervously joined together. “I should—” As she took a step toward the door, I grabbed her arm and turned her toward the master ensuite. “There is the bathroom where you can take a shower.” Her lips parted as if to form an excuse. When I arched a brow, she pursed her lips and said, “I… don’
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