Semua Bab Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Bab 91 - Bab 100

LACHLAN “Enough!” I pushed them apart, knowing I was making a mistake that could very well be something I’d have to pay for later, but I still did it. Because I didn’t want Nina to think that she was all alone here. That I wasn’t on her side and I wouldn’t be able to take it if somehow she ended up suffering through another of her episodes.The whole afternoon she had slept through I had sat by her side, watching her and I had realised that I didn’t like her like that. I vulnerable and helpless, lost somewhere. And, I knew even though Jeremiah won’t accept it, he had watched us too. And it also affected him seeing her in that condition."Chto ty mne tol'ko chto skazal?“ He whirled around to face me. [What did you just say to me?]"Ty slyshal yeye. Ona skazala net. I ya ne sobirayus' yeye zastavlyat'." I replied, tightly. [You heard her. She said no. And I am not going to force her.] “Stay out of this—”“She can’t breathe, Jeremiah!”Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “And

NINA When we stepped out of the double doors, the sprawling gardens were a sight to behold with colorful flowers and the sun dipping lower at the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything. It was beautiful. And it gave the estate more character than just the cold, imposing structure I had first seen. As if sensing my thoughts, Olezka said, “The woods surround the estate and Jeremiah loves it. But Lachlan likes the homey feeling of having a garden. I don’t mind it either. It’s peaceful here. But let me show you my favorite thing here.” I inhaled deeply as we passed few tall hedges and manicured flowerbeds, letting the crisp air fill my lungs with their scent. And felt myself relax. I remembered Lachlan telling me that the past-me had loved the trees and I often hid there. According to them that's where I had first met Jeremiah. I wondered if I spent my time in these trees, will they bring me back the memories

NINA “Tell me, what happened?” His question caught me by surprise. But I wasn’t ready to answer him. I didn’t want to. Why should I share the nightmare I went through with this monster.I stood up, ready to leave. But he stepped in my way and said, “If you want me to believe that you don’t remember anything and that you are innocent, then I will need a proof.”I glared at him. “My words aren’t enough?”“No. Not when I lost twelve fucking years of my life, Innessa. So, no. They are not enough.” He gulped down his drink and sat the glass on the bar before facing me again. He said, “Sit down and talk.”“What if I don’t?” I snapped, my hands balled at my sides. “I’m tired of you pushing me around, forcing your will on me.”“Get used to it, because my will is the only thing you need to adhere to. And if you don’t, I will make you,” He said through clenched teeth. I could see his temper rising. “Don’t think that if I refused to fuck you, then I won’t hurt you either.”I scoffed. “I am not

JEREMIAH Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched the chess pieces. And against my wishes, my eyes locked on those small, dainty fingers. I remembered how she used to grip my jacket when we raced down the road on my bike. How those fingers shook when she touched me for the first time. How those fingers always mapped my face like she was storing every small nuisance of my features to her memory. But here she was. Not only she forgot our past but also what we had. And yes, I am slowly starting to accept that she doesn’t have any memories. And because I was so focused on her, when my gaze lifted from her hand it got stuck on her lips. The way she was biting down on her lower lip as she looked down at the chessboard and suddenly I was thrown back to a memory I’d buried. Her, curled up in her bed wearing nothing, just waiting for me because she thought that’s what I had wanted. She had been so innocent that using her never occurred to me after that first few times. More I got t

JEREMIAH I smiled to myself when I watched her lips make an O as she slipped a finger inside her pussy and encountered her arousal. Her hand faltered and she started to close her knees.But I was undeterred and on a mission. I straightened my leg out and pushed my foot between her knees to spread them further apart. I said, “Make it two— scratch that, slide three fingers in. Stretch that pussy.” When her brows furrowed, I said, “You have been taking Lachlan’s cock, you can take three of your dainty little fingers.”And when she finally slid three fingers into herself, her head tilted back slightly, lips trembling.My cock pulsed. I watched her push her fingers in and out, slowly, hesitantly, like every movement was an act of treason against her pride.And this time it wasn’t my doing… not entirely. She was getting wet because despite what she said, she liked when I am in control and she’s being humiliated in the right way. Like I said, her body remembered me even when she forgot it.