All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

JEREMIAH "I love you too."His eyes widened at my admission and I chuckled, softly. “Did you think I forgot? You told me to tell you once I was sober, didn’t you?” His eyes shimmered, first glimpse of happiness. I said, “Now, let me apologise properly.” “Wha—" I lowered myself on my knees in front of him, wanting to take his burden and put his worries at hold. Kneeling for the man who always stood by my side when everything was falling apart. His lips parted in surprise like he didn't expect this. But for him and my lisichka, I'll do it a thousand times. I just took a lot of time in realising it, but from now on I won't ever forget no matter what happens. No matter if both of them decided to betray me and hurt me this time. As I worked on his pants, I said, “Close your lips, little shadow. Don’t make me think about my cock in your mouth when I am about to swallow yours.” “Jeremy, you don’t have to," He mumbled, but his dark eyes were begging me to continue as I tugge

LACHLAN “Can you.. please.. not touch me?” She said it so quietly. And yet it felt like a scream that made both me and Jeremiah flinch back like she’d stabbed us with those words not just spoken them. Still, I knew somehow it'd have hurt less if she’d actually plunged a knife in my heart and I was bleeding out to death on the floor. My hand dropped from her cheek like she’d burned me. Jeremiah froze on her other side, looking like he’d rather cut off his hand than let her go. But still, he withdrew back. She whispered, “I t-think… I’d like to have a shower.” “Let me carry you to the bathroom.” Jeremiah got up, ready to scoop her in his arms, but she leaned back from him. “I can do it,” She croaked out, her eyes wide. He fisted his open hand and his jaw clenched as he stepped back. I watched as she gathered the blanket around herself. Even though we'd dressed her in her panties and one of Jeremy’s old tshirt, she still covered herself like the thought of b

NINA"I am sorry. I’ll do anything you want. Forgive me, please.” He brought my hand to his scarred cheek and I noticed how his fingers were shaking as he said, “The life I have, the future in front of me, is nothing but bleak and shadowed in darkness without you in it. Please, don’t take my light away. I only got it twelve years later, I don’t want to lose it now. I don't think I'll be able to live without it, lisichka.” His words were rushing after one another, slurring, but not incoherent enough that I wouldn’t understand. And with each word, I felt crippled from the inside. He continued, “And if not... If you can't forgive me, then... don’t punish him for my mistakes. Don’t hurt him. He doesn’t deserve this. If you want me to not touch you, I won’t.” He dropped my hands, and instantly they missed his warmth as he continued in a thick whisper, “If you don’t want me to be near you, I won’t. But don’t torture him, he didn’t do anything wrong. He tried to stop me. He fought me

NINA I tightened my hold around him as my husband stepped out of the car, instead of standing up on my own feet, I burrowed deeper into his chest seeking his warmth. And it had nothing to do with the temperature that seemed to have dropped below zero, but more to the fact that I felt cold tendrils of fear that had settled into my bones. I couldn’t bring myself to imagine what would’ve happened if they hadn’t come for me. I didn’t even know where I was. How stupid could I be to sneak out while being the Pakhan’s wife, trusting a note that someone sneaked into my room? Very stupid. I heard him directing the guards to petrol the estate. And then, as I wouldn’t let go he had to carry me all the way upstairs. When he paused in front of my room my soft cries turned loud sobs. My husband understood my unasked request and took me to the master bedroom. Now as he transferred me to the bed, I still kept my arms around him. “Nina—” Jeremiah began, but I didn't let him finish as I lifte

LACHLAN I watched as her tight hole swallowed my fingers along with Jeremiah’s. My cock throbbed, painfully straining to get inside her. But I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted her to enjoy this. I poured more lube over our fingers and around her hole before I threw the bottle aside and slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her back arched and she let out soft whimpers. I parted my fingers to stretch her, noticing the red rim of her arsehole trying to open for our fingers. At the same time Jeremiah shifted another finger closer to her strained opening and I stilled, watching in fascination as her hole strangled four fingers. “Oh god. Oh god…. I can’t…” I smiled. Not a minute ago my little kitten was sure she could take everything and now she was a gasping mess as her hole contracted around our fingers. I pulled my fingers out one by one, and when Jeremiah did the same her tight hole gaped enough that I could press the swollen head of my cock there. I met Jere