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Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 41. A wedding gift
NINA “What will it be, my little shadow? Your hand or my belt?”Before I took my next breath, Lachlan’s fingers curled around my wrist and he was pulling me down on his lap. I fought, tried to twist my wrist free. But Lachlan held on. “Lachlan! Are you mad? How can you listen to him? Let me go!”The monster tsked. “Look at her, she thinks you’ll do whatever she wants. She thinks she has you wrapped around her fingers just because you fucked her and made her come.”Lachlan was staring at Jeremiah, his eyes still locked with his. And it felt like he had shut me out and no matter how much I tried he won’t listen to me. I touched his face with my free hand. “Lachlan, please…. You don’t have to—”“Shut up.” I froze. And in the ensuing silence the monster chuckled.Lachlan met my eyes with his green ones, they were reserved now as he said, “You heard him. We disobeyed him. Do you want to get the belt?”My throat went dry.Until now Lachlan had never talked to me so coldly and treated m
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 42. Don't insult my wife
NINAMy phone.I almost lunged out of my seat, but held back. Barely.He chuckled. “Patience, wife.” He stared down at my phone. “I'm going to give it to you. It’s your gift after all.”“But?” I gritted out, my pulse still running rampant and my heart beating fast. I could feel my whole face covered in a pink flush from what just happened, but looking at the men sitting across me no one could tell what they made me feel and how. “Aren’t you smart?” His grey eyes gleamed. “You’ll get this at the end of the night, but only if you behave for the rest of the evening.”I glared at him. My teeth clenching.“And first step to getting your phone is showing us how wet you are.”“No.”All the amusement left his face. “What did I say about that word? Do it. Or, I’ll fûcking parade you naked in that party.”“I hate you.”“Hate me while you obey me.” He gestured at my dress. “Remove your panties, part your legs and hold yourself open.”I wanted to scream. Not for what he wanted me to do.Because
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__________Please read.....__________This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.All rights reserved. TWISTED MARRIAGE [A Dark MMF Mafia Romance] @ A. Gupta. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law.____FOR MY DEAR READERS...This work includes themes of sexual abuse, violence, dubious consent, somno _____, and other sexual practices that may be considered profane, vulgar, or offensive to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, only for mature audiences.The author does not practices, neither agrees with the con
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INNESSA ______“Nina!” I ignored my little sister’s call as I rushed out of the ballroom where the party for my eighteenth birthday was going on. Or, should I say the celebration for my upcoming nuptials? Even the thought of that made me want to hurl. Since the moment the Capo of the major crime family: Rossi, had died my father had lost all his privileges and power in the underworld. He had been trying all these years to get back the power and position he once had, but the current Capo: Antonio Rossi, didn’t seem inclined to get cosy with anyone his father once associated with. Rumor even has it that he was the one who actually kîlled his own father when he was just a child himself. Sometimes, I wonder if he could teach me a thing or two about it because if I knew how to get out of it I’d commit patricide in my next breath. What? Don’t look at me like that. My father deserves it, if you knew him you’d say the same thing. He is the man who doesn’t deserve kids, and he doesn’t even
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Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 43. A friend?
NINA“So, how’s married life treating you?” One of the women asked, a smirk curving her red-painted lips.I glanced at her, then at the rest of the women gathered around me. Wives of the extended members of the Familia, all dressed in silks and diamonds, their smiles sharp, eyes watchful.Another woman laughed lightly. “Oh, let her be, it’s only been two days.”Two days.It felt like a lifetime.Lachlan had whispered to me before he left my side, “Make your mark, little kitten. They should know you are Pakhan’s wife.” But I had no idea how to do that. All I wanted was to get away from their probing eyes.Their gazes swept over me like predators assessing prey, all while smiling sweetly. But those smiled couldn’t hide the curiousity burning in their gazes and envy. They hated that I was standing where they thought someone else should be— one of their own.Because to them I wasn’t the right woman to take the place of Pakhan’s wife. And to them, that was all I was now. A title. A pawn. A
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 42. Don't insult my wife
NINAMy phone.I almost lunged out of my seat, but held back. Barely.He chuckled. “Patience, wife.” He stared down at my phone. “I'm going to give it to you. It’s your gift after all.”“But?” I gritted out, my pulse still running rampant and my heart beating fast. I could feel my whole face covered in a pink flush from what just happened, but looking at the men sitting across me no one could tell what they made me feel and how. “Aren’t you smart?” His grey eyes gleamed. “You’ll get this at the end of the night, but only if you behave for the rest of the evening.”I glared at him. My teeth clenching.“And first step to getting your phone is showing us how wet you are.”“No.”All the amusement left his face. “What did I say about that word? Do it. Or, I’ll fûcking parade you naked in that party.”“I hate you.”“Hate me while you obey me.” He gestured at my dress. “Remove your panties, part your legs and hold yourself open.”I wanted to scream. Not for what he wanted me to do.Because
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 41. A wedding gift
NINA “What will it be, my little shadow? Your hand or my belt?”Before I took my next breath, Lachlan’s fingers curled around my wrist and he was pulling me down on his lap. I fought, tried to twist my wrist free. But Lachlan held on. “Lachlan! Are you mad? How can you listen to him? Let me go!”The monster tsked. “Look at her, she thinks you’ll do whatever she wants. She thinks she has you wrapped around her fingers just because you fucked her and made her come.”Lachlan was staring at Jeremiah, his eyes still locked with his. And it felt like he had shut me out and no matter how much I tried he won’t listen to me. I touched his face with my free hand. “Lachlan, please…. You don’t have to—”“Shut up.” I froze. And in the ensuing silence the monster chuckled.Lachlan met my eyes with his green ones, they were reserved now as he said, “You heard him. We disobeyed him. Do you want to get the belt?”My throat went dry.Until now Lachlan had never talked to me so coldly and treated m
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 40. Your hand or my belt?
NINA The low hum of the car was the only sound filling the thick silence between us as the three of us sat, going to my first public appearance as Jeremiah Sokolov’s wife. I was tense, nervous, not knowing what to expect and the two men surrounding me like I was there pet to display were sitting back like they couldn’t feel my growing agitation. But there was the tension in the air around us, too suffocating to go unnoticed. Outside, the foreign city stretched in all directions, neon lights bleeding into the darkened streets, casting fleeting shadows against the tinted windows of the Rolls-Royce. The car was sleek, all black with an interior of deep red leather that smelled of luxury and power. Everything about it screamed and represented what the owner was — polished, controlled, with an underlying edge of danger. What it couldn’t show was how lethal and fucking arsehole the man who owned was. I leaned back, trying to relax. But it seemed impossible to relax with was Lachlan sit
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 39. Flashback: She begged me to save her
Twelve Years Ago ____Innessa: 18 years oldJeremiah: 24 years old ____JEREMIAH I sat in Giorgio Sicilian’s office, was poured the finest whiskey the man had as he sat across from me.Now, you must be thinking— why would a man who came to Italy with the sole purpose of destroying Giorgio Sicilian be sitting in his office, sipping his whiskey?The answer was simple.Because at this moment, I wasn’t Jeremiah Sokolov, heir to the Bratva. I was a businessman from New York, looking to invest in his third-rate weapon manufacturing industry.My disguise was flawless.A slate-grey Armani suit, Italian leather shoes, and a French beard— just for effect, I like to check all my boxes. Contact lenses concealed my grey eyes because Lachlan claimed they always gave me away as a predator. My little shadow was perceptive and I always take his advice with a grain of salt. After all he was the only man I trusted with my own life and not to betray me.And to top it off? I was wearing spectacles I di
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 38. Lachlan was mine
JEREMIAH I watched her.Her eyes were wide with curiosity, lips parted as she hung onto every word that left Lachlan’s mouth. I should have been the one telling her our past, not him. But no— I had been too distracted, too consumed by thoughts of making her pay now that she was finally in my grip. I had forgotten to begin the history lessons as I had planned.Instead, I had wanted her out of my sight as soon as possible because I wasn’t sure what I would have done next. Every time I looked at her, all I saw was fire closing in around me— then waking up in a dark cell, my body marked with the scars of her betrayal.There was a time when I had stood where Lachlan was now, wanting to shield her, keep her safe, wipe away her tears, and offer her the solace of my presence. But that time was gone. It was never going to happen again.And I would make damn sure my little shadow didn’t fall for her lies and end up scarred, too.Last night, I had thrown her out of my bedroom and stopped Lachla
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 37. Did it hurt?
LACHLANMy little kitten let out a beautiful gasp as her lips parted for me. She let me devour her, melting into the kiss. Her tongue coming out to tease mine and when I sucked on it, her hands gripped my shoulders. I banded my arm around her and adjusted her until she was straddling me. I deepened the kiss, tasting her gasps as she settled over my hard cock.I had been hard since she’d come down to the dining table, just the sight of her had made me want her and take her. And then Jeremiah had humiliated her in front of everyone. I didn’t like that he had humiliated her for his revenge. It would’ve been different if it'd been for her pleasure and for ours but he did it for his revenge to shame her. And yet still, I had become hard when I had seen her eyes, for one single moment she had almost looked like she wanted me amidst her ordeal.Now her labored breathing fanned across my cheek as I trailed my lips down to her chin, jaw and neck. She arched, and sighed, as I placed open mouth
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 36. Beginning of History lessons
LACHLANI shouldn’t be here.That thought lingered at the back of my mind, but it didn’t stop me from opening her bedroom door and stepping inside. As soon as I entered something came flying at me, I ducked, my reflexes taking over. A loud crack had me looking to my left where now the broken vase was. When I turned to face her she was standing on the bed and glaring at me. The sight of her flushed face and angry eyes almost made me smile. Almost. But I knew it wasn’t time to let her know how adorable she was looking right now and I just wanted to sit there and look at her. Instead, I stepped inside her room, closed the door and said, “It could have been Garcia, or worse Jeremiah who you could’ve hurt, Nina. And we don’t want them hurt.” I walked to the bed and held out my hand for her. “Garcia wouldn’t have been able to dodge and would’ve gotten hurt, and she doesn’t deserve that. And, Jeremiah would’ve retaliated.”She stared at me for a long moment, the spark of silver in her one
Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance) 35. A marriage with the Irish
LachlanI moved to follow her but Jeremiah stepped in my path, stopping me. “Move.”He didn’t. His eyes glared at me and he said, “We have a meeting.”“Go ahead. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”He narrowed his eyes and took a step closer. I was aware of the eyes on us. Xavier, Kayne, Olezka and his fûcking aunt was staring at us. But he didn’t seem to mind as he gritted out, “Don’t defy me again and again, little shadow, there’s only so much I can let go.”I took in a calming breath and moved past him in the direction of his fucking office. I needed just a moment of his weakness to strike back at him and bring him to his fucking knees. I was bidding my time, letting him think he was in control. Because if he knew I was plotting he will consider me his enemy too. His trust in me was already fragile and I didn’t want it to shatter like it had for everyone else in his life. God. He didn’t even fucking trust his own twin. It was a fucking miracle that he put even the slightest of it in
