All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

NINA I balled my fists by my sides as my eyes remained fixed on Kayne’s hand that was tightly holding the whip’s handle. His face was detached of any emotions and I hated how he was so unaffected when he was going to hurt my husband.And Jeremiah… he too looked like he couldn’t care less about the whipping and the pain Kayne was going to inflict on him.But I was feeling like it was me who was going to be lashed.When Kayne moved to stand behind Jeremiah, my husband’s grey eyes met mine and he demanded, “Turn around, wife.”I shook my head.“It’s an order.”“No,” I whispered and lifted my hand to cover his where he gripped the table. His eyes stayed locked on mine, cold and dark, impossible to read. He looked at me like he was trying to decide if I was real or a figment of his imagination.I opened my mouth, words trembling on my tongue but I didn’t get a chance to say them, not that I knew what I wanted to say. Because in the very next moment, he gave a single nod and the first las

NINA Jeremiah carried me out of Kayne’s house like the blood staining his shirt and the pain he must be in was inconsequential. My body shook in his arms, sobs clawing up my throat, but his steps never faltered. He was hot to my cold, shaking body. Strong like a mountain while I feared I might break into pieces at any moment.When he started to lower me into the backseat, I clung to him, not letting him go. A sudden fear gripped me out of nowhere like he would go back inside and get more hurt. I didn’t want that. And I knew if Lachlan was here, I wouldn't be this afraid. I wanted him here in my vulnerability as I could break in front of him without thinking twice but my husband made me question everything.But right now, Lachlan wasn’t here. My husband was. And I didn’t care if he saw me bare myself to him in such a state. It was better than letting those memories come to the surface that paralyzed me with fear. My fingers fisted in his shirt and when I feared he’d push me, he didn’

NINA “Nina.” There was a warning in that single word which I ignored. “This?” I pressed another kiss. The smallest sound caught in his throat, and for the first time, I felt the weight of his restraint cracking. Not gone. Not yet. But cracking. “Tell me, husband. You call me your wife in front of the whole world. But will you ever really treat me like one?” My question hung in the air between us. And in that thin line between distance and surrender, I swore the ground shifted. Because when he didn't answer, I took a step further into the madness that called me where my husband was concerned. I dared. I licked his hot skin. “What about this?” He stiffened. The silence broke, not with words but with the sheer violence of how his body reacted. His breath rushed out, his muscles bunched, like he was holding himself together with both hands. I should have pulled back. I should have respected the line he drew. But I couldn’t. Even if I had tried, it was

LACHLAN “First, give me your gun.” For the first time, I turned to look at the person sitting beside me on the backseat and stared at her, barely paying attention to the locks engaging. As the car sped down the road, my whole focus was on the woman with black veil hiding her face. And she was pressing a gun to my side. My fingers tightened around my own weapon. But I didn’t get the chance to use it as the man in the driver seat said, “Don’t try anything funny or I’ll just blow this whole car up with just a push from my finger.” He held up a small remote. “Who are you?” I growled. The woman laughed, the sound scratchy and uncomfortable to ears. “All in good time, Lachlan. Why don’t you take a nap?” Something pierced the side of my neck, and everything turned dark. . I came to with a jerk. My mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, my whole body felt heavy and my mind disoriented. For a few seconds I couldn’t tell which way was up as darkness pressed onto me

Flashback #9 JEREMIAH Innessa stood in the middle of the forest, her foot moving back and forth in an impatient gesture, disrupting the dried leaves on the forest floor. I watched her from ten feet away, hidden behind dense bushes. I had been doing so for last ten minutes. Enough time that even my little shadow got impatient and texted me to do it. But I wanted to savor it. It has been a week since I had her sign the contract. A contract where she promised her first born to me. A week and a day since I fucked her throat while she slept and while Lachlan watched me do so. And then later, he had sucked me off again. After that night, the last seven days, I had given her a glimpse of what it will mean to give me an heir. What it will mean to be mine. I’ve had her on her knees more than I could count. I had licked her and made her come on my face more than I’d ever done in my entire life and that included the time she slept. And then I had kissed Lachlan with the same mou