Favorite Mm, Mmf, Mfm Menage Books Novels & Stories

For the first time in a long while, he looked forward to the drama that lay ahead, eager to witness the unfolding of his friend's newfound romance. His friend keeps having different women every day. Although some of them were with him twice or three times, there's nothing more than having them beside him. As far as Liam knows, he isn't touching them. He's only been flirting with them, but they don't go any further than that.

well I haven't decided on a name, but I'll reveal it as well in the new book. Thank you, everyone for all your comments, gems, threats. Yes threats cause that was what made me write most of the time, haha. But i am grateful to all my readers, both ghost readers as well. I do not know if you all only like MM{ which is cool,} But if you also read MF, I hope my other books in the catalogue will catch your fancy, and the best thing is, you can always find a gay couple, in each and every one of them! Plus gay sex, lots of it, so haha, With this I say this is truly the end of the book: The Alpha King's Pet: His Omega Slave.

Instead I got sin. The living room lamp cast a warm amber glow over the leather sectional. Miles was sprawled across it like he’d been poured there, shirt rucked up to his collarbones, jeans and briefs shoved down to one ankle, the other leg hooked wide over the edge of the coffee table. His cock—pretty, flushed dark, glistening—stood rigid against his flat stomach, a thick bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. One hand was wrapped around the base, stroking slow, deliberate pulls. The other hand… fuck. Two fingers buried to the third knuckle in his own ass, pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds. He hadn’t noticed me yet.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

Gupta Comment your thoughts. As I've mentioned this is the first time I'm writing a mmf, where MM is also there. I first wrote MFM for Mad, Bree & Brandon (my og readers know🙈), but this is different with Jer & Lachlan being romantically involved, so do share your views!! Thanks 🖤🎀🖤

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Just the brutal elegance of reality. Alejandro Cortes. Mafia don. Feared sovereign of violence and discipline. Presented with a proposal that demanded no space but a tribute. A permanent binding, an unavoidable union. Not a political merger or a temporary alliance, but a marriage. Legal and symbolic to many, but here, ah, I could almost taste it. The emotional and psychological devastation. The chaos would ensue. Because power shared through contract was one thing. But power, bound through intimacy, was something else entirely.

Liam whispered back, green eyes dark with lust. Adrian didn’t waste time. He turned Liam around, pressing his chest against the dusty bookshelves. He yanked Liam’s jeans and boxers down just enough, then dropped to his knees right there in the quiet library. His tongue found Liam’s hole, licking broad and wet before pushing inside with hungry strokes. The risk of someone walking by made everything sharper, more intense. Liam bit his arm to stay quiet, legs shaking as Adrian’s tongue worked him open, hot and slippery.

I wondered how she felt being here everyday; cleaning the spot he'll never return to, making a home for a god who probably no longer remembered she existed. She was just one insignificant little fly in his whirlpool of women. The dark colours of wine and black painted the walls and gave it a domineering atmosphere. It was my father's favourite color. I made my way to the shelf– luckily, it was arranged alphabetically so I easily traced the ‘M’ alphabet to find the pages about mates. Damien Cross. I chuckled when his lustful gaze flashed in my thoughts sending a surge of energy through my veins. Was that supposed to be normal? He was one delicious meal that was almost irresistible.

MARINETTE “Hey, Marinette! You've got new arrivals!” Josh stops his old bike in front of the bookstore, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Small strands of his dirty blonde hair peep from his blue face cap. He points at the new books, warm blue orbs locked on mine. “What do you think?” Pushing back the keys of the bookstore into the pocket of my wide leg pants, I hurry to pick up the books. “I never thought I'd get them so early!” I laugh, picking up the one that catches my attention. ‘Mated to the Biker Alpha Twins’