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NINA “My wife will ride you for her org-sm and for your come to fill her, so she can do her duty as Mrs. Sokolov.” Jeremiah’s fingers flexed around my throat. “Go on, little wh-re. Climb over him. I know you want to.”   I crawled over Lachlan, curling my fingers around his thick c-ck, and wondered — how big was Jeremiah? How long? How thick? Lachlan hissed, “Kitten, stop playing or I’ll come all over your hand.”   Jeremiah growled, “We can’t have that. All his come belongs in your c-nt, wife. So get on with it.” His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t stretch this out. I have something else that needs stretching.” Shuddering, I got to my knees. As I aligned Lachlan’s c-ck with my entrance, another hand wrapped around mine — larger, slick with oil. Jeremiah.   A moan escaped as my husband guided his lover’s c-ck to my core. I sank down slowly, the stretch burning until I took every inch. “F-ck,” Lachlan groaned. “You’re perfect around me.” “You too,” I moaned, pressed against his chest, lips tangled in a kiss.   Then, without warning, Jeremiah pushed in two fingers — into my other h-le.   I gasped as he stretched my untouched muscles. He didn’t stop. Not until I was full. Everywhere.   Lachlan groaned. “I can feel you.”   “I know,” Jeremiah said, his fingers thrusting deep. “Move.” Lachlan obeyed, lifting me until just his tip stretched me, then pushed me back down. I whimpered. My hips jerked. Lachlan cursed.   “You like that, wife?” Jeremiah’s voice rasped in my ear. “Being used by both of us?”   _ This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. Read-TW!!!! MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings

Contents of this story includes explicit sex scenes, and if it doesn't suit you, avoid reading! Tales of iniquity draws you closer to the sex life of the characters in the book. Including- BL, GL, MM, BB and all manner of forbidden romance. Beware!

Darkest temptation, a collection of erotic taboo romance offers a steamy tale of seduction. An erotic playground where lines between morals and desires blur, where cocks and cunts shed off restraint and indulge in forbidden desires without caring the consequences. From morally grey characters, and messy, erotic situationships that'll leave you dripping wet and hard, darkest temptations offer a wild rollercoaster ride into the world of the forbidden and unaccepted.

She was the good wife now she's the woman they can't control. One marriage, two men and zero rules. Sophia Lancaster was the perfect wife—until betrayal taught her how to burn. She built Lancaster Innovations, but let her husband Daniel Hawthorne wear the crown. She gave him her trust, her body, her future… until she found him in their bed with another woman and a cold smile on his face. His twisted solution? An open marriage. His pleasure? Her silence. What he didn’t expect… was for her to say yes. Trapped by a ruthless prenup and a sick mother she can’t afford to abandon, Sophia plays along but not for him—for herself. Her revenge begins the night she gives her body to Ethan Calder, a billionaire with dangerous eyes and darker appetites. He doesn’t just want her—he wants to ruin every man who’s ever hurt her. And he’s not the only one. As Sophia reclaims her power through seduction, dominance, and a slow-burning hunger for more, Daniel starts to spiral, now he wants his wife back but she’s not his anymore. She belongs to the fire. To pleasure. To men who worship her. One woman. Two men. No rules. And no one’s ready for the woman Sophia’s about to become.

Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it became an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. **** Her husband was a monster, but he'd saved her from her past and a life of torture. She loved him like every captive grew to love their captor. Everything went to hell, however, when she fought back and ran from home, stumbling into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now hellbent on killing her. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She really should have remembered that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her all the way to Italy. If she had, maybe she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.

‎My husband asked me to seduce his arch-enemy. ‎He never expected me to enjoy it. ‎ ‎It was supposed to be a game, twisted little power play to bring down Reid Caddel, the man who is on the verge of ruining my husband’s empire. ‎I was meant to tempt him. Break him. Leave him begging and then disappear the next morning after my purpose has been met. ‎ ‎Instead… he started to unravel me. ‎ ‎Reid plays a different kind of ball game, ‎One laced with secrets, obsession, and a terrifying clarity. ‎He doesn’t just want my body. He wants answers. ‎He wants everything that I possibly own and am. ‎ ‎Now I’m caught between two liars... ‎The man I married, and the man I was sent to destroy. ‎ ‎But the closer I get to Reid, the more I start to wonder... ‎What if the real enemy isn’t him? ‎What if it’s the man who sent me?