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Thank you for choosing Nikolaiโs Tainted Nun. This is the third installment of the Region Mafia Men series, but donโt worryโthis book is a standalone. You can dive in without having to read Books 1 and 2, as each installment explores a different couple, plot, and setting. However, if youโd like to learn more about some recurring characters, like Russel, Vincenzo, and their wives, feel free to check out the first two installmentsโtheyโre standalone books as well. ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ฃ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ข๐ฃ Love, if you enjoy this book, please drop a comment on each chapter to share your thoughts. Your feedback means the world to me. As a way of supporting me, donโt forget to vote for the book and leave a 5-star rating on the front page. Your support makes all the difference! ๐ฆ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ I must warn youโthis is a dark romance. As the name suggests, this book explores intense themes, some of which may challenge your morals or comfort zone. If youโre up for the ride, buckle up, relax, and enjoy. But, as Nikolai would say, โIf it gets too much, darling, all you need to do is communicate.โ Leave a comment to let me know how a particular scene made you feel, and Iโll take your feedback to heart for future chapters. Now, thereโs plenty of drama in this book, and Iโm not one to leave loose ends. Writing is my passion, so I take my time to craft each chapter. ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ข๐ I promise you at least one chapter a day (sometimes two, depending on my schedule), so you never have to worry about delays. If youโve read this far, get ready to enjoy the sinful ride, love. And never forget, communicate how I make you feel! For exclusive informations, video clips and contents about my books, find me on I. n. s. t. a. g. r. a. m @authorcommy. Happy reading, Commy Vic. ๐Chapter 3 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ The rain had slowed by the time I made it home, but the cold clung to my skin like an unwelcome memory. Drenched, I peeled off my coat and tossed it onto the armchair near the window, watching as water pooled around its edges. The housekeeper was going to lose her shit over this. The place was dead quiet, except for the occasional snort from Fur, my dog, or rather, my freeloading furry roommate. He wasnโt a watchdog; he was a sleep-dog. The lazy bastard would only move if food or belly rubs were involved. Iโd dragged his ass here because, frankly, I didnโt trust the housekeeper at the main house. That woman would probably โaccidentallyโ feed him antifreeze and claim it was Gatorade. I looked over at him, sprawled on the couch like some sort of aristocrat. โYouโre not even a real dog, are you? I bet if someone broke in, youโd hand them the good silver and wag your tail on their way out.โ He snorted again. I sighed. This place wasnโt much,
Chapter 4โฟโโพSylviaโฟโโพIf thereโs one thing Iโve never quite nailed, itโs the art of playing a demure, well-mannered nun in the making. I think a perfect term for Sister Sylvia would be bold disaster, rather than the conventional bashful duchess aura everyone wears around here. That must be why Sister Agnes never liked me, and perhaps why Mother Beatrice watches me like a hawk.Either that, or the fact that I showed up in her shelter like Jane Doe one rainy night, shivering like a hooker in church, wide-eyed and bleeding, with no memory of my own name. Who wouldnโt find that suspicious? Certainly not Agnes.โWe need to call the gentleman.โI folded my arms tightly and stared at Mother Beatrice like she had just suggested we start laundering money for the mafia. For someone who had spent years drilling discipline into people, she had an unsettling way of being too trusting.โRespectfully, I think thatโs a terrible idea,โ I said, keeping my voice as steady as possible. โI understand
Chapter 5 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ It was 38 minutes past 5p.m and she hadnโt called. I was checking my fucking watch like a fool. I leaned against the open door of the black SUV, my gaze flicking from the warehouse to the men inside. This deal should have been wrapped by now, but everything about tonight felt slower than usual, maybe because I wasnโt in the mood for patience. Luigi stood to my left, flicking his lighter open and closed, the metallic snick echoing between us grated so hard on my fucking nerves. Manuel stood a few feet away, cigarette dangling from his lips as he muttered something to another guy beside him. Across from them, our โbusiness partnersโ for the evening, Bruno Santini and his men were huddled around the crates, whispering like schoolgirls. Santini was short, greasy, and about as trustworthy as a snake in a crib. His boys were restless as a virgin on her wedding night, their fingers twitching toward their weapons every few minutes. I didnโt trust
Chapter 6 โฟโโพ Sylvia โฟโโพ He didnโt leave a card. No address. No way to reach him. For a man who seemed to have all the answers in the palm of his hands, Nikolai had simply disappeared like a ghost, leaving me to stew in my own desperation. And I was desperate. We all were. Mother Beatrice did her best, pleading with the parishioners to keep the shelter open, but for an NGO housing only women and children, generating no revenueโthere was only so much the church could do. The shelter was shutting down. There was no denying it anymore. We were quite literally out of options. โFather Andrew would have known what to do,โ Iโd heard the Sisters whisper this morning, voices low but edged with frustration. For the three days it took me to arrive at this terrible decision, I felt absolutely miserable. Because there was something I could do. And that truth felt like a noose tightening around my throat. Agnes had made sure everyone knew. โA certain man is willing to help us, but can yo
Chapter 7โฟโโพSylviaโฟโโพTwo hours.That was how long I sat there, curled up on the broken, hard wooden pew, shivering, waiting for a man who was never going to show up.Somewhere between the cold seeping into my bones and the gnawing ache in my chest, Iโd started crying without even realizing it. Silent, stupid tears that I wiped away angrily, but they just kept falling, carving hot trails down my cheeks.I didnโt even know why.Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the helplessness clawing at my insides.Or maybe it was the terrifying realization that I might have just raised everyoneโs hopes for nothing.Because what if it wasnโt Nikolai?What if the anonymous donor who had promised to help the shelter wasnโt him at all?What if I had made them believe, led them on, promised them, that someone powerful was going to step in and save us, only for it to all be a big fat lie?What if Mother Beatrice had looked at me with those hopeful eyes, had prayed over us, believing that help h
Chapter 8 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ A nun that reads erotica. Erotic romance novels, to be precise. Why do I find that so fucking spicy? I let my thumb skim over the pages, my gaze flicking between the words and the trembling woman standing by the door, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in outrage, and her eyes burning with a mix of humiliation and fury. Oh, she was pissed. It shouldโve amused me more than it did, but the fire in her eyes barely distracted me from the fact that she was soaked, shivering, andโfuck meโshe had been crying. Crying. The knowledge made something in my chest tighten in a way I didnโt like. I had been sitting here for the past two hours, waiting, my patience thinning, my mind wandering to places it had no business going. At first, I was mildly annoyed. She was late. A minor offense. Then an hour passed, and I started to wonder. Another thirty minutes, and irritation settled deep in my ribs. Another thirty, and my thoughts turned dark. Has she been out
Chapter 9 โฟโโพ Sylvia โฟโโพ I should have told him then. That I was going to accept his offer. But Nikolai wasnโt giving me the chance. He was watching me like I was a snag in his perfect world that he needed to unwrap, one he needed to snatch. And whatever was in his eyes was pulling me in, making me forget why Iโd gone out to look for him in the first place. Or anything at all. A slow, steady ache throbbed between my thighs, the heat spreading, my body betraying me in ways I refused to acknowledge. My nipples pebbled against the thin fabric of my dress, and God! The friction made the throb between my legs worse. I crossed my arms to hide it, but it was pointless. He had already noticed. His smirk was slow, so amused. โAll this, and youโre going to waste it on a guy named Jesus?โ My head snapped up so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. โHeโs not just a guy,โ I bit out. โHeโs the Messiah.โ He nodded lazily, like I had just explained that water is wet. โYeah, I
Chapter 10 โฟโโพ Sylvia โฟโโพ The first thing I noticed was the light. Blinding. Violent. It stabbed me directly in the face like a mystic celestial interrogation lamp, forcing a pathetic groan from my lips. The second thing I noticed was the headache. It kind of felt like tiny construction workers were jackhammering away inside my skull. Not once, not twice, but repeatedly, just for fun. A dull ringing filled my ears, making everything else sound distant, like I was underwater. I tried to stretch, but my limbs felt like lead, my thoughts moved slower than a church service on a hot Sunday afternoon, and worst of allโmy mouth was drier than the Sahara. Something was wrong. I turned over, intending to bury my face into my pillow, whenโฆwait. Tucked. Under. The. Sheets. I never tucked myself in. Ever. In fact, I usually just collapsed onto my bed like a crime scene victim and let sleep do the rest. Panic started to creep in, slow and unsettling, like a spider crawling up the
Chapter 41 โฟโโพ Sylvia โฟโโพ Two days had passed. Why hadn't he forgotten? "What?" I stalled, my mind scrambling. "Don't play dumb, Sylvia. It doesn't suit you." His eyes alone were enough to command my full attention. "There's no way I'll forget that when you were cumming around my fingers, you called out another man's name." โJesus, Nikolai.โ I groaned, pressing a hand to my burning face. โI literally just prayed for forgiveness minutes ago.โ His eyes remained hard, but his hand came up anyway, fingers trailing along my collarbone, they dipped just beneath the thin neckline of my nightie to trace the curve of my breast. A casual, possessive touch. Like he was making a statement. โThen you better start talking,โ he said, voice full of wicked promise. โOr youโll be offering a different kind of prayerโwith your face against that same altar.โ He gestured to the crucifix with his head, โI bet heโd love to see just how filthy his holy little lamb is.โ My entire body seized up. โLord
Chapter 40 โฟโโพ Sylvia โฟโโพ Two days of solitude had given me too much time to reflect my sins. I finished the last prayer bead, pressed my lips against the small silver crucifix as my final words echoed in the stillness of my room. "Thank you Jesus for sins forgiven." I whispered, though I wasn't sure if I was truly seeking absolution anymore. For just a moment, I felt clean. At peace. Safe. Then the floorboard behind me creaked and I realized I wasnโt alone. Slowly, I crossed myself and turned, still on my knees, to face whatever demon had come to swallow me, most likely as punishment for the thoughts in my heart. Then my eyes adjusted to the dim light of my room, and my heart slammed against my ribs. Of course it was him. He stood there like a fallen angel, beautiful and terrible in equal measure. His imposing frame blocked what little moonlight filtered through the window, casting him in silhouette. He was dressed the part of a masked psychopath stalker, down to the hoo
Chapter 39 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ โWe've got something." I followed Viktor to the makeshift investigation house we had just established at the Lab House. Computer screens lined the wall, surveillance footage playing on some, data scrolling across others. "We found a partial print on the envelope," Viktor explained, gesturing to Luigi who sat hunched over a keyboard. "Not enough for a match in any database, but it's something." "What about the symbol?" I asked, staring at the blown-up image of the serpent wrapped around a dagger. "Nothing concrete yet," Luigi replied without looking up. His fingers continued their relentless dance across the keyboard. "It's not associated with any known group in our records. I'm running it through international databases now. With Liamโs help.โ I nodded slowly. "And the security footage?" Viktor released a breath. "That's where it gets interesting. They knew exactly where the cameras were. Moved in blind spots whenever possible." He pulled up the
Chapter 38 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ โYouโre sure it wasnโt them?โ Viktor exhaled on the other end of the line. โNot really. We havenโt known them long enough to recognize a pattern, but one thing Iโm certain of is that those guys are sloppy as fuck. This particular heat was precisely calculated. It doesnโt fit their style.โ My fingers clenched around the phone. โCasualties?โ โTwo of our men.โ His voice dipped, carrying the weight of loss. โTravo and Sergei. They were guarding the Lab House. Didnโt even have time to call for backup.โ The words hit me like a gut punch. Before I could process the fury swelling inside me, my fist connected with the car door repeatedly. Pain exploded up my arm, but it was nothing compared to the raw anger simmering beneath my skin. โOur merchandise?โ I ground out, flexing my bleeding knuckles. โGone. All of it.โ Viktorโs voice was edged with frustration. โThey knew exactly what they were looking for.โ โFuck!โ The word tore from my throat, raw and vicious
Chapter 37 โฟโโพ Sylvia โฟโโพ "I can wait until you're inside.โ Luigi offered, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "No, thank you," I said quietly. "I'll be fine from here." Luigi nodded, his expression carefully neutral. Was he judging me? Did he know exactly what had happened between Nikolai and me? The thought made heat creep up my neck. I stepped out of the car and straightened my clothes, suddenly hyper-aware of how I looked. Jeans and a simple button-up shirt. Not my habit. The evidence of my transgression was literally written all over me. I waited until Luigi's car disappeared around the corner before making my way to the convent. My body felt foreign to meโstill humming with the ghost of pleasure Nikolai had wrung from it, aching with the hollow aftermath of his rejection. My thighs still bore the phantom impression of his hands. I slipped through the side entrance, the one closest to the dormitories. If I was quick, I could make it to my room beforeโ "Well, w
Chapter 36 โฟโโพ Sylvia โฟโโพ One moment, I was floating in post-orgasmic bliss, and the nextโice. Pure ice in his gaze. "Who the fuck is Sin?" My mouth opened and closed, no sound emerging. The name had slipped out without thought. The shame hit me like a bucket of cold water. I scrambled to sit up, painfully aware of my nakedness, my exposure. My thighs were still slick with my own cum, lips swollen, hair disheveled. "Iโit's notโ" I fumbled for words, but nothing came. How could I possibly explain? The coldness in his eyes was unbearable after the heat that had been there just moments ago. "Nikolai, please..." My voice sounded small even to my own ears. "I can explainโ" He cut me off with a sharp gesture. "Go on." His voice was terrifyingly calm. I would have preferred yelling. At least anger would have been something familiar, something I could understand. This cold detachment was so much worse. "It's not what you think," I managed, though I had no idea what he was thi
Chapter 35 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ I needed a minute, so I stood up. She did too. "Do you know what happens to good girls who walk willingly into the devil's lair?" I asked, circling her slowly. She turned to keep me in sight, refusing to be intimidated. "They get burned?" "They get consumed," I corrected, stopping behind her, my front pressed to her back, my hands settling on her hips. "Devoured. Until there's nothing left but ashes and pleasure." I felt her shiver against me as I brushed her hair aside, exposing the delicate nape of her neck to my mouth. I kissed her there, just the lightest press of lips, and she practically melted against me. "How often do you touch yourself, Sylvia?" I murmured against her skin. Her breath hitched. "Neโ" she stuttered. "Never?" I slid my hands from her hips to her stomach, spanning her waist with my fingers. "Not even when thoughts of me kept you awake at night?" She hesitated, and I chuckled. "Don't lie to me, little nun." "I... try not t
Chapter 34 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ I lowered myself to my knees before her, bringing us to eye level. โSylvia, we talked about this. No touching between us.โ She exhaled stubbornly. "Touch me." Two words that cracked my restraint like glass. "Where?" Her hand rose, trembling slightly, to touch her own cheek. "Here." Then her neck. "Here." Her collarbone. "Here." I remained motionless, letting her map the path of her desire, โEvery place you touch," I promised, "I'll remember.โ Behind me, the sounds from the room grew more heated. Sylvia's eyes flickered to the glass then back to me. "They're performing," I explained. "Acting out a fantasy for whoever might be watching." "Is it always like that? Just... performance?" I considered the question. "For them, yes.โ "And for you?" she pressed. "When you watch, is it just... physical release? Or is there more?" "It was," I admitted. "Before you. Simple. Uncomplicated." "Now?" "Now nothing feels simple." My hands gripped the arms of th
Chapter 33 โฟโโพ Nikolai โฟโโพ The loophole was so unexpected, so pragmatic, that I laughed despite myself. "You've really thought this through." "I told you," she said with a small smile. "I've been praying about you." "And God's answer was to watch me get off?" Her smile widened. "God works in mysterious ways." I shook my head. "You are so fucking bold.โ "Sometimes," she agreed. "Now, donโt keep a lady waiting." The temptation was overwhelming, to show this pure, untouched woman the darkness inside me, to let her witness my most private ritual, to corrupt her even as she remained technically pure. "If we do this," I said slowly, "you sit there." I pointed to a smaller chair in the corner, positioned to view both the room beyond the glass and the main chair. "You don't move, don't speak, don't touch yourself or me. You just watch. Understand?" She nodded, her pupils dilated with what could only be desire. "I understand." I hesitated, giving her one last chance to