All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

NINA The car ride had been quiet except a few exchanges between Lachlan and Jeremiah, that too in Russian so I didn't understand a word of it. I was starting to hate it. And while Lachlan seemed tense now and then, in turn making me tense because I couldn’t help but be apprehensive and nervous to where Jeremiah was taking me to punish me, he also looked at ease with wherever we were going. The only person who didn't know where we were going and what will happen to me was me. I was wearing a black sequin dress with gold threads woven in it and it felt like I was dressed for a gala, but one look at his face and that twisted smirk had told me that there will be no party, at least not for me. I was scared but I felt like I wasn’t as afraid as I should be. I should be more terrified. But all I felt was this apprehensive flutter in my stomach which was kind of mixed with the arousal they both had brought forth in that cold room. I was still throbbing between my legs and for a mome

NINA I stared at my husband, unbelieving of what he was asking of me. He wanted me to get naked. Here?In front if everyone?My gaze swung to Lachlan, but his eyes were straring daggers at Jeremiah. “Kakogo cherta ty delayesh?” He growled, his hands curling into fists. [What the hell are you doing?]Jeremiah’s cold greys focused on Lachlan and his response felt like a sharp bite of a dagger. Even when I didn’t understand a word of their conversation, I felt like something deeper under the surface was happening.“Ne zabud’, ona moya tak zhe, kak I tvoya. I voobshche, ty tozhe prinadlezhish’ mne. Tak chto luchshe zakhvati sebya v ruki I perestani eban voprosy zadavat’.” [Don't forget she's mine as much as she's yours. And in fact, you belong to me too. So you better fucking stop questioning me.]“Ona? Ya? A pochemu togda eto sovsem ne chuvstvuetsya tak?" Lachlan gritted out, his eyes flashing and I thought he was just seconds away from punching Jeremiah. [Does she? Do I? Because it d

NINASomething was fúcking wrong with me. How could I settle in his lap and let myself get lost in the heat of his body? But damn, for being a cold, heartless monster, he sure has the body heat similar to a comforting woollen blanket in the frigid temperature. He had been conversing in Russian and the rumble of his accented voice had lulled me to a false sense of safety. And I had almost relaxed into him. Now I blinked at him as his question registered, “Are you sleeping, wife?”I stiffened. “No.” “Good. Now that everyone is here let’s begin with next part of your punishment.”Before I could respond or slid out of his lap, he stood up with his arms securely wrapped around me. My eyes went to Lachlan, and unlike before, he seemed to be at ease now like he had come to terms with whatever Jeremiah had planned.Lachlan stood without a word. The others followed, falling into line behind him.I was surrounded by shadows in suits, by silence thick with menace and danger.And yet… in a

NINA“Lift her,” My husband ordered, voice like sharpened ice. “And put her on the table.”The table? My breath froze in my lungs, the blood roaring in my ears, making it impossible to hear anything else. Olezka moved toward me before I could do anything, not that I even had the strength anymore. With my skin stretched taut like any time now I will catch on fire as I burned with shame and pain.But thankfully, Lachlan was there as he lifted me and carried me with a tight expression on his face to where Jeremiah wanted me. On a padded table in the center of the room. The surface was cold, the leather felt chilling to my heated skin as I was laid bare on it. I hissed through my teeth when my aching arse, the raw flesh, came in contact with the cold surface. My thighs instinctively tried to close, a last shred of modesty screaming inside me even when I knew it doesn’t matter.But at least Kayne and Xavier were not there anymore. Jeremiah laughed. “Now you want to hide, when we can cl

JEREMIAH When I finally put her down on the tiled floor of the bathroom, she stumbled but caught herself on the sink and then she glared at me. “Get out.” I looked down at her. My suit jacket had slipped off her shoulders, and she stood there… Naked and vulnerable. Looking too small. When I didn’t move, she grabbed the first thing she could get her hand on and threw it at me. A toothbrush. I let it hit me in the chest, before it dropped down on the floor. I took a step toward her and grabbed her arms. “You either let me do this, or you sit here all night crying like a broken thing.” “Why do you even care?" She gritted out, trying to pick up the bottle of hair oil next to hit me with. I grabbed her wrist. "I don't. I am making sure, you don't die before you fulfil your side of the agreement." Her eyes spat daggers at me even as tears pooled in them and fell down her cheeks in rivulets. "Go to hell!" She cursed, hate written all over her face. I grabbed her chin and forced her