Semua Bab Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Bab 121 - Bab 130

NINAI was outside. Back near the tree line because I wasn’t stupid enough to obey him and wait in the library like a sitting duck. Not after the rage I saw in his eyes.One would say it was a wrong thing to do, to disobey my husband, when he was already seething. But what else was I supposed to do? Sit there and let him rip me apart, let him spill his fury onto me as if I were just here to take every bit of his anger and when he needed something else he went to Lachlan.Fuck him. I wasn’t jealous. I just felt the discrimination of it.And he even said it. 'I didn't want to just fuck you.'Fuck. Him. Like I wanted him. Never. So let him rage for all I care. I won’t be the vessel for him to pour that anger into. No. I’d rather burn with my defiance than crumble under his wrath.I looked down at my phone. My text thread with Mr. Wrong was still open and that arsehole hadn’t replied yet. I was surrounded with men I couldn’t rely on. I re-read the messages I had sent just ten minutes ag

Flashback Continued... JEREMIAH “You know I can see your dress behind the tree.” A tiny squeak was my answer and then she bolted, ran to another hiding spot, thinking she was safe behind a thicker trunk. But her soft giggles echoed behind her. She thought it was a game. And maybe it was. For her. But not for me. For me, it was turning into madness. A dark need to make her mine and never let go. I wanted to learn every twitch of her body, taste every inch of her skin, kiss every corner and lick her everywhere, make her sob my name until her voice was hoarse and her mind forgot everything but me. Until she was nothing but trembling and writhing mess beneath me. I stalked toward the left, to circle around and ambush her from behind. Letting her think she was safe for the moment. When I finally came around behind her, she was peeking from the side of the tree, looking at where I was standing minutes ago. I didn’t make a sound as I closed the distance, stopp

NINA “Does this jog your memory, wife?” I turned my face away from him, not able to stare into those dark eyes, afraid he will see my true thoughts. He will see how a part of me wished that he’d just take me and I will know what it felt like to have him inside me. Lachlan never crossed a line that he seemed to adhere to. He was a sophisticated lover, dedicated and a gentleman, always making sure I was comfortable and enjoying him and have my release. But as much as I loved his gentleness, when I looked at Jeremiah it made me wonder what his wildness would feel like. I didn’t hate what I have with Lachlan, I actually loved the way he made me feel desires, treasured and worshipped. But something always seemed missing even when he gave me toe curling orgasms and made me want to just lose myself in his body. Hide in the sanctuary of his arms. He was like a safe place away from the storm. But yet, a part of me craved the storm too. I wanted to experience the storm my husband c

READ THE TW in the first chapter before proceeding and read the author's note below!!!! ____ NINA “You don’t deserve my fucking cock. You only deserve to be punished and taught a lesson.” The knife was once again back between my legs and he thrust the handle inside me, stretching me in a way I had never been before. Going so deep, it hurt in the most pleasant of ways. He used his hand on my head to keep me still and pliant under him as he fucked me with the knife handle, thrusting it again and again, and twisting it against the sensitive spot inside me that made me melt. My fingers dug in the dirt and unrecognizable moans and whimpers escaped me as dark pleasure built inside me that had my whole body shaking. “No… no…” “Shut up! You’ll take it. You’ll take everything I give you and beg me for more like you used to. And you’ll come for me, break for me. And I’ll do it until I will remind you what we used to be.” It hurts. But not enough that will make me wish h

NINA “What are you doing?” At my question, he straightened with two small bottles in his hands. As he placed them on the counter, I read the labels: Arnica and Sandalwood oil. “What does it look like I’m doing? Didn’t I tell you to stay put?” I searched for something to say and when my gaze dropped to his hand, I blurted out, “You are hurt.” His eyes followed mine, and he looked down at his hand like he’d forgotten about the cut. “Let me check it.” I grabbed his hand by the wrist and both of us froze. It was the first time I was willingly touching him. But... There was something else. I swallowed and cleared my throat as I said, “Let me see your hand.” His chest moved with a sharp breath and he looked at me with a deep frown on his brows, before he said, “No.” I ignored him as I crouched down and picked up the first aid box from the cabinet, shifting the brand new bottles of body wash and shampoo in front of the tiny bottle of pills I was hiding from him. I clos