Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

JEREMIAH The only shortcoming my little shadow has was his need to possess and his uncontrollable jealousy. I have been at the receiving end of his volatile jealousy many times in the past and now my wife was. I should be jealous too. And I’d have been if I had thought it was a man she was talking to. But her body language, her expression and the emotions she was wrapped in, it didn’t indicate a romantic relationship with the person on the other end of the phone. If I had thought even for a second that she was cheating on us, I would’ve been far worse than Lachlan. But right now all I wanted was to find out if the seed of doubt my aunt planted in my head was an actual truth or not. The possibility of her deception made me enraged enough that I was choosing to wait for a proof before I showed her what an actual monster looked like. I didn’t want to hurt her and do something I couldn’t come back from, before I knew everything. And until it's proven that she's guilty and worthy

NINA My eyelids fluttered open as I was lowered into warm water and possessive arms circled around me, pulling me against a hard muscled chest. A moment later a large hand held a bottle of water, bringing it to my lips and he coaxed me to take a few sips. It was maybe my seventh release when I fainted, unable to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. I could feel the soreness in my pussy, and how swollen I was between my legs. But still my body was warm and hummed with something more intense than pleasure. “Are you okay?” Lachlan asked as he put the water bottle away, his fingers caressing down my hair. I nodded, my voice was a mere croak as I said, “I… I have to tell you something.” I knew I have taken too long in confessing and I knew it was high time I told him the truth if I didn't want to lose him. At least, half of it. His fingers slipped away and I turned around to face him, the movement making the water lap around us. As I sat on my knees between his p

NINA “Stop it! Fucking stop it, Jeremiah!” Lachlan straddled him as he held his fisted hand down on the floor while Jeremiah’s other hand with busted knuckles circled Lachlan’s throat. “Do you want to kill her!?” “And how many ways are there left for her to kill me?!” He pushed, his words like daggers, “What if she got pregnant but kept taking those pills? What if she killed my baby! Our baby, Lachlan!!” I closed my eyes at the pain in his words, my heart squeezing and crying behind my ribcage. “Jeremiah—” “NO!” With a burst of strength and fury, Jeremiah pushed Lachlan off him. And as he stood up, with a bleeding lip and a face set in stone, he said, “If you take her side now, if you protect her now…” He pointed between himself and Lachlan. “We are over.” “You can’t say that.” There was a world of emotions in those foyr words from Lachlan. “I just did.” His voice was cold and assertive, ending any further conversation as he added, “And if that’s what you want… go

NINA “I think it’s time you know how much a whipping hurts, you ungrateful wife of mine…” I shook my head. My feet pushing on the ground as I tried sliding up on my back to get away from him. But with a cruel twist to his lips, he grabbed my ankle and then flipped me on my front. Small twigs and pebbles, dried leaves dug into my torso but the monster didn’t care as he grabbed my arms and then pulled them behind my back in his one large hand, immobilizing me. “Ready, Innessa.” “No… please, Jeremiah, don’t h-hurt me.” Hot trails of tears slid down my cold cheeks as I said, “You don’t have to do this.” I wasn’t sure if he will hold back in his rage or really hurt me. There was silence from him as his fingers tightened around my wrists and pushed down at the small of my back, making my shoulders dug into the ground. Then he murmured, his voice thick and almost conversational, “You are right.” I swallowed a breath of relief, thinking he was going to let go and finally

Flashback #11 JEREMIAH The forest swallowed us in its silence, broken only by the crackle of dry leaves beneath her hurried steps. I smiled as I watched her. My little lisichka thinks she could outrun me. And it wasn’t like she doesn’t try. She tries, very hard, every time we play this game. But she had no idea what she did to me when she ran. She instigated the monster inside me, the predator, who salivated at the thought of capturing her. Devouring her and eating her alive. I wanted to give her a head start, I really did, but I was too impatient. I had kept the monster on a leash for weeks, trying to exert control. Waited for her to be ready, for her to accept not just me but also my little shadow, to let this be her choice in every sense of the word. I told her what I wanted. I showed her the violence that existed inside me. I showed her the monster when I fucked her mouth to the point of choking her and suffocating her. Still, instead of being afraid and runni