บททั้งหมดของ Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 266

A few weeks later... LACHLAN There was something wrong with me. I couldn’t pin point it. But there was a sort of melancholy surrounding my heart for some reason that I didn’t want to look too deep into. It was born on the day I came back from Italy with Juhan. It was just a fleeting thought at the time, something I used to brush off and even hated to have that vile thought in my mind to begin with.I fought it, buried it and tried to even suffocate it. But with each day that passed that thought has become a thorn in my side. A sick, twisted, voice that keeps haunting me. Telling me that I didn’t belong here anymore. That they both have each other. They are a family of three and I was an outsider. No. They didn’t make me feel like that. No. They didn’t say or do anything to make me have such thiughts or to hurt my feelings. I was the one hurting myself. I was the one who couldn’t hold myself steady while each day pushes me into a spiral I didn’t think I could com

NINA “What are you looking at, il mio cuoricino?” I walked to where my son stood near the window, looking out. After the celebration and the early dinner everyone left, leaving behind a calm and a peaceful house. Jonathan and Mila went back to the penthouse as their two months old son was fussing. Kayne and Anastasia once again got into an argument that will probably go on for days or until the next time I see her with swollen lips and well placed bite marks around her throat, reminding everyone she already belongs to someone. And Xavier was probably terrorizing the women at the club. On the other hand Olezka was busy, trying his best to pursue Valerie to marry him. He was the only one I worried about, because like Jeremiah, I also thought there might come a day when he might get tired of being what he was not. But tomorrow morning they will all be back again for the breakfast. And as much as I loved having them around, to finally have a bunch of people, a big family to

NINA I woke up slowly. My body and mind taking extra time to come to the present world. For a moment I just laid there as warmth surrounded me from both sides and it instantly reminded me of last night. My wedding night with my two husbands. Last night after Lachlan’s punishment, Jeremiah had carried him into the bedroom where we both had kissed every inch of him, reminding him how much he was loved and treasured. And then while Jer had fucked him, at the same time Lachlan had taken me. With every thrust from Jeremiah, Lachlan was impaling me with his cock. That memory was enough to make me squirm and as I shifted, my whole body protested, certain parts of my anatomy ached, reminding me that not just my pussy, my husbands had claimed my arse too. Later when we were all sweaty and panting, Jeremiah had ushered us into the bathroom and he was the one who had cleaned us up while I sat in Lachlan’s as he sat on the bench. And it took more than usual time because in the midd