All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

NINA “You’re soaked, kotyonok...” he whispered. A moan broke free, raw and unfiltered, as he cupped me, teasing my folds. I was gone. Floating in the mess of oil and sensation, feel of their hands and the warmth that surrounded me. “Let’s turn her over,” Lachlan groaned, and a moment later Jeremiah pulled his fingers from me. I gasped, breathing hard, feeling the wet stretch of my hole as it fluttered and pulsed, achingly empty. Then they turned me over, strong hands shifting me onto my back, and cool air hit my nipples— they were already tight and achy, now they stiffened into hard buds, burning for attention. My eyes met the green ones and Lachlan smiled down at me. “Are you good, my kotyonok?” I nodded and then I murmured, “Kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate as he took my lips in a deep kiss. The kiss was sensual, warm and possessive and heated, making my toes curl. Like a warm winter sun melting across frozen skin. But even as I kissed him, my eyes flicked

Flashback #7 NINA The scent of pine and the earthy forest tones still clung to me as I made my way back to the house. My thighs ached in the best way. My lips couldn’t stop smiling, my whole body still thrummed with excitement, and the warmth he had left behind hadn’t faded. It wrapped around my skin like an invisible brand, marking me, claiming me. As I neared the back of the house, I glanced up at the window of my room and then looked back toward the trees. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it, even though I knew he wasn’t there. But I just wanted to look, to remind myself what I experienced wasn’t just a figment of my imagination... And as I did my body responded as if I could still feel the weight of his body over mine. My mind flashed back to his hot kisses and roaming hands, the way his lips had trailed down my throat, the way his hands had tugged the neckline of my dress aside with barely leashed restraint. He had kissed my skin like it was the only thing anchoring him to

JEREMIAH My phone rang on the nightstand, slicing through the dark hush of my bedroom. Startling me from my thoughts of my wife while I stood near the windows, staring down at the silver swept woods, thick and still under the night sky. My fingers gripped the glass of vodka I had poured myself. But I wasn’t really seeing anything. All I saw was her. The ghost of her mouth on mine. That fucking kiss that happened so suddenly and out of nowhere. It had kept me awake. It had made it impossible for me to fall asleep. I couldn’t, not when my mind went again and again to my wife and how she had unravelled beneath me in the forest, under my bruising touch and painful knife. And then she had kissed me. She had kissed me! And I had seen in her eyes that she had wanted to. The look in her dark eyes, that spark of silver in them had reminded me of the time when she’d rush into my arms like I was her salvation. Her entire fucking world. She used to kiss me like I was her oxyg

Flashback Continued...JEREMIAHWhen her sobs finally subsided, I told her to meet me in her room. And then, I waited on the terrace until I heard her footsteps slowly fade, leaving me alone in the silence she left behind.It took me a moment to gather myself. To suppress the rage. The guilt. The cold twist in my gut that told me I had almost lost her. And when I finally did, I myself went down to her room. There, I waited for her to come back, and the moment she stepped inside looking like a ghost of herself, I locked the door and scooped her up in my arms.I carried her to the bed and sat down with her in my lap, cradling her the way no one ever cradled me. And I doubted anyone ever gave her the same softness that I was missing in my childhood. It seemed we both were deprived of parents that shoukd care for us.She curled into me, her tears still silently flowing as she pulled her knees to her chest, trembling so badly I felt it in my bones. I pulled the blanket over her and tight

NINA “Oh my god, what if he bit me?!” “He won’t. Stand still. Maybe he’ll make you his new friend.” I stood still and Ark crept closer like he could understand what Olezka was saying. My gaze locked on the beast towering beside me, afraid that he’d stand over me and just bite my head off. But instead the dog sniffed my furry slippers that Lachlan had bought half a dozen pairs of, after I had endured new cuts on my feet. He was extra like that.The dog pulled my attention back to him as he slid even closer, sniffing my hands and the journal. I waited, holding my breath, and after a beat and a rub of his head along my thigh, he circled me once and twice, before he finally sat down near my feet, his tail flicking against my leg. “Well, look at that...” Olezka said, a flicker of surprise in his tone. “I was right. He wanted to befriend you.” “Do you think I can pet him?” I asked. Now that he had settled and hadn’t bit me, I wanted to run my fingers through his soft dark fur.