LOGINThe last place expected to see my last hookup was at my mother's wedding and worse, he's my new stepbrother. My mother and his father hoped we would get along, how do I tell them we have gotten along just not in the way they think? Extract: “Fratello,” he murmured, his lips curling into that maddening grin. “What?” My chest tightened. “That’s your safe word,” he said. “Say it once, and everything stops. I won’t touch you again. From that moment, I’ll only ever treat you as my stepbrother.” Even as he spoke, his hand gripped me, and I gasped, trembling. My body betrayed me, responding in ways I hated and craved all at once. “Until you say that word,” he whispered, eyes dark with something between amusement and hunger, “you’re mine. Mine, brother.” This is a dark mm romance with dub-con/CNC, blood play, knife play, robe play, light bdsm, kidnapping of MMC, torture, murder and possessive behavior. If you have any of these triggers, please do not continue. This book is only suitable for readers over 18. Contains graphic sexual scenes, bad language and unprotected intercourse.
View MoreShit, I’m getting married! What the fuck? If anyone had told me—even six months ago—that I, Lorenzo King, would fall for someone hard enough to end up standing at an altar in a tailored black suit waiting for a husband, I probably would have gunned them down and spit on the corpse for good measure. Love was a liability. Marriage was a contract with too many emotional clauses. I had built an entire life on the principle that neither was worth the risk. And yet. Ttanding at the fucking altar, waiting for my husband. Whom his mother had refused to let me see for two days now. I looked around for my best friend and he was nowhere to be found, disappointment filled me immediately. Father must have probably talked him out of coming. The door pushed open and oh my fucking God. There’s my husband! His man is sexy! Walking hands in hands with his mom. He wore a fitted white dress shirt beneath an ivory corset-style vest that sculpted his torso to perfection. Gold piping traced the
Levi pov.“I’m telling you, there was a young guy in his house,” Enzo said, still looking faintly traumatized as he moved around the kitchen. “Like… my age. Wearing one of my father’s shirts. Nothing else. I could bet my life on it, there’s something fishy going on between them.”I leaned against the counter, watching him. This was probably the reason Sebastian had once claimed Enzo tells me everything. Clearly the habit of oversharing hadn’t died just because a ring was involved.“Maybe he’s just visiting?”“Oh please, what would you think if you walked in here and someone was in my shirt? Just visiting?” I let out a disapproving groan. “I can’t believe my father is into something like that,” Enzo continued, disbelief thick in his voice. He pulled ingredients from the fridge with more force than necessary. “He’s forty-five. Who the fuck is even attracted to older men?” Trying to make me food. Surprise, my husband actually knows how to cook. “I am”. I raised my hand. Enzo turned
Lorenzo’s pov. “You do realize how dangerous it is for the wedding you’re planning?”Those were the first words out of my father’s mouth the second I stepped through the heavy oak doors of his house. No greeting. No pretense of warmth. Just that low, measured voice cutting through the silence of the entrance hall like he’d been waiting for me to walk into the trap.I wasn’t even surprised. Of course he was still keeping tabs on me. The man had eyes everywhere—old contacts, private investigators, people who owed him favors from decades of carefully accumulated power. The fact that he already knew about the wedding only confirmed what I’d always suspected: privacy was a polite fiction where he was concerned.“Not really,” I said, closing the door behind me. The air inside smelled the same as it always had—old wood, expensive cigars, and the faint metallic edge of money that never quite left these walls. “It’s going to be small. Just us. Fully guarded.”“Us?” He leaned back in the lea
Levi pov“Is there a reason you wanted to see me?” Sebastian didn’t bother hiding his disdain towards me as he inhaled the smoke in his hand before puffing it out.It’s been a week since my proposal with Lorenzo and we or shall I say Lorenzo hasn’t seen him around. He may not say it but he’s worried for him. And what kind of fiance.. you hear that right! Would I be if my soon to be husband and his best friend stop being close because of me. “I know you might hate me—”“Ah-ah. Not might.” Sebastian cut me off, voice flat. “I actually do hate you.”I nodded once. Fair enough. At least he was honest.“Do you hate Lorenzo as well?”He stared at me like I had grown a second head. The look said, clearer than words ever could, that he would set himself on fire before he ever hated Enzo. Something tight in my chest loosened a fraction.“He’s worried about you,” I said.Sebastian took another drag, slower this time. “He has you. I’m sure he’s fine. If he was really worried, he’d be here inst
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