
Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets
WARNING!! FORBIDDEN, DARK ROMANCE!! EXPLICIT SEX SCENES!!
Vincenzo's hand trails down to my thigh, lifting it slightly to his hip.
"Do you want that?" He asks roughly. "Do you want us?"
I stare at him lustfully. My eyes clouded with lust, passion and desire.
I'm surrounded. Drenched in lust. Filled with passion and burning fire. Filled with the heat of desire pooling in my stomach.
I'm horny as fuck.
I should say no. I should.
I'm not supposed to be doing this.
Not with my stepbrothers.
Not with three of them all at once.
But what comes out of my mouth is a whisper.
"Yes."
All three of them groan.
"Your wish is our command, my vixen," Riccardo says hoarsely, and I shiver.
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After Elena's mother marries a powerful billionaire, she moves into a lavish estate only to discover that her new stepbrothers are triplets.
They're older, hot, intimidating, dangerous, sinfully attractive...and nothing alike when it comes to how they treat her.
Her mother says "They're just your brothers now."
But they don't look at her like brothers.
Not even a tiny bit.
Elena never meant to fall for them. But they all seem to want her and won't back down.
To make things worse?
They're heirs to a Mafia empire. And they've all decided that Elena belongs to them...in very different ways.
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Chapter 2
~ELENA~
"We're not done yet. We only just started" the stranger says and pulls me closer to him, then bends his head and kisses me fiercely.
I hear Valentina and Gianna gasp behind me.
His lips are voracious, taking everything I have to give, and even demanding even more.
My body starts to burn and crack so hot, even hotter than the last time I kissed Alessandro.
What is he doing to me??
I am melting. My God, I am melting and I want so much more.
I feel myself sliding into him and my traitorous arms steal up and around his neck.
He is stroking a fire in me. Something I can not even begin to control.
I have been possessed by some primitive urge, something hot and molten which needed nothing so much as to feel the touch of his skin against mine.
He stops kissing me and before I can say a word, he pulls my hand.
"Come with me."
I don't even think twice. I started to go with him.
"Elena" I hear Gianna whisper my name.
I turn back to wink at them while they stare at me in disbelief.
It is unlike me and they are shocked.
The handsome stranger pulls me till we stop in front of a door.
He opens the door and we go in. He slams the door after I have entered.
"Now, where did we stop?" He asks.
"Ummm..." I stammer, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Then he kisses me again, hard, passionate, filled with desire.
I want him.
Oh, how I want him.
I shouldn't want him. Shouldn't desire this strange man. But I want him.
And yet I want him with a desperation that leaves me breathless.
It's wrong. So wrong.
But the desire pooling in my belly keeps getting stronger and stronger.
His hands graze the top of my breasts and I gasp.
His lips move to my throat and he plants slight kisses there.
"Baby doll, what do you want me to do to you??"
I feel my head fall back. His voice is low and seductive, and it almost makes me feel like I am born for this moment.
"Answer me, baby doll!" His voice is commanding now.
"Anything," I whisper.
"Anything isn't an answer. Tell me exactly what you want me to do" he insists.
"Play with my nipple," I whisper.
"As you wish, baby doll" he chuckles and pulls the straps of my dress down.
I am not wearing a bra and my breasts pops into his face the moment my dress touches the floor.
I am almost naked with just my red panties on.
"You've got nice breasts, baby doll" he compliments me with the same seducing voice.
My cheeks turn red in embarrassment.
When he rubs a finger over my very hard nipple, I gasp loudly.
He chuckles and continues rubbing my nipples, pinching and circling them with his thumb.
I moan softly.
He carefully leads me to a wall and rests my back on the wall for support.
Then he bends his head and takes one nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue on it and suckling it. He sucks with a tenderness that is both reverent and possessive, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud in slow, teasing circles.
"Fuck" I groan, enjoying the sensation.
One of his hands splayed across my lower back, anchoring me to him as he lost himself in the taste of me, savoring every soft gasp that escapes my lips like it's his reward.
He moves to the other nipple.
His teeth graze the sensitive tip before his mouth closes around it, suckling hard enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.
I arch against him, a broken sound slipping from my throat, but he doesn't stop.
His tongue flicks over me again and again, claiming and marking me.
Each pull of his mouth is a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I am wet down there and I tighten my legs together to suppress the sensation I am feeling down there.
He notices it and he chuckles.
"You're wet, baby doll??" He says.
I nod, unable to speak.
"Do you want me to touch you down there??" He whispers in my ears.
I nod again.
"Say it. Say you want me to touch you down there" he commands.
And shamelessly, I obey.
"I want you to touch me down there" I groan. "Please."
"Good girl!" He says triumphantly.
He pulls my panties down to my knees and leaves it there.
Then he spreads my legs apart, and touches me in my pussy.
I shiver at his touch.
"Mmm.... you're so wet for me, baby doll" he says hoarsely.
"Yes" I breathe in his ear.
"Now, I'm going to make you more wet" he says and without warning, sticks a finger inside my pussy.
I murmur thickly, savoring the sweet sensation I'm feeling.
He begins to go in and out of my pussy with his finger, and when he adds a second finger and becomes faster and harder, I rasp in pleasure.
This feels so good.
So fucking good.
I've never been fingered like this in my life. Not even by Alessandro.
When he kisses me while still fingering me, I tremble against his mouth.
He brings out his fingers from my pussy and sticks it in my mouth.
"Taste yourself" he murmurs darkly.
And I do that.
I lick myself off his fingers.
He sticks his fingers into my pussy and brings it out again, then takes it to his mouth and licks it.
"You taste so fucking nice, baby doll, and you smell nice too" he says, licking off his fingers like he's licking a lollipop.
I purr, unable to make a word.
"Now, you're going to cum for me, baby doll" he drawls.
And without warning, he sticks his fingers inside my pussy and begins fingering me hard, fast, and switching between being rough and gentle at the same time.
I cry out from the pleasure, spewing out nonsense and inaudible words.
"Don't stop, please" I beg shamelessly.
"I don't have plans on doing that, baby doll" he murmurs darkly.
My legs are starting to shake and I can't even stand properly.
He notices it and carries me up on his body, then presses my back to the wall and splay my legs apart, granting him more easy access to my pussy.
The wonders of his fingers intensify. I let out a broken sound.
"Cum for me baby doll" he rasps and breathes against my skin.
"I think I'm about to cum" I release a soft cry.
He adds more pressure to it and I moan and groan out loudly, unable to control myself anymore.
His touch is relentless, deep and deliberate, exploring places inside me I don't know can feel this way.
And then I feel it.
Heat coils low in my belly, tight and urgent, building faster than I can process.
The rhythm is perfect...too perfect and my breath hitch as the unfamiliar pressure begins to rise.
"I...I think I need to..." I gasp, trying to wriggle away, confusion flashing in my eyes.
This is the first time I'm feeling this way.
"Let go," he murmurs against my neck, his voice a dark velvet that wraps around me. "Don't hold back."
I can't.
The pressure swells, cresting like a wave right at the edge of my control. My body tense, heart pounding, breath sharp and shallow. And then...
Release.
A rush of warmth burst through me, unexpected and wild. My body jerks with the force of it, and I cry out, not just from the pleasure but the overwhelming wave that washes through me.
It's my first orgasm and it is raw, electric, leaving me trembling, undone, soaking in bliss and disbelief.
My chest rises and falls as an aftershock pulse through me, my skin flush and glistening.
He carries me to the bed and lays me on it.
I lay there, daze and wide eyed, my body humming with satisfaction.
He looks up at me, lips curve in a slow knowing smile.
"That was nice," he says. "Take some time to recover"
It is then I notice he's fully dressed and I am the only one naked in the room.
My cheeks turn red in embarrassment.
"See you again, or not, baby doll" he says and then turns and walks out of the room, leaving me all alone to wonder who the strange man who just gave me the first orgasm of my life is.
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Luca De Santis doesn't love, he owns.
And she is his most valuable possession.
Inside an empire built on blood, fear, and unbreakable loyalty, there is only one man who never looks at her like property.
Matteo De Santis.
Luca's cousin. His enforcer. His shadow.
Falling in love with him is forbidden.
Being discovered means death.
As loyalty fractures and betrayal ignites, Serafina is forced to choose: remain a silent bride to a monster or rise beside the man willing to burn the empire for her.
In a world where love is treason, survival demands rebellion.

7.7
I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years.
He's been hiding his heart for just as long.
When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no.
I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork.
But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it.
The rules are simple:
No real feelings.
No crossed boundaries.
No falling for Dante Rivers.
Except nothing about him is simple.
Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter.
Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me.
Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built.
What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life.
I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers.
The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts.
The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting.
And now I'm falling for him twice-
once as the girl in his guesthouse
and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding.
When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract.
It might break us.

7.8
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.

8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.

8.5
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Heartbroken and enraged, Aria confronted them both, demanding answers and explanations. Mark tried to manipulate her, but Aria was done listening. In a fit of anger and despair, she left with no destination in mind and ended up in a hotel bar, drowning her sorrows in an expensive whiskey. It was there that she first encountered Luca kings, a dangerous and handsome mafia boss.
But Aria's new life took a shocking turn when Luca revealed a dark secret: Her father, a powerful corporate executive, had been responsible for the death of Luca's mother. It was a brutal murder years ago, covered up by Aria's influential family.
Luca vowed revenge, and Aria found herself caught in the middle. She was torn between her loyalty to her family and the undeniable attraction she felt towards Luca. As the tension mounted, Aria knew that she would have to make a choice - one that would change the course of her life forever.

9.2
He killed my brother. I swore I'd make him pay. But now I'm trapped in his penthouse... and I think I'm falling for him.
As the youngest son of the Romano mafia, Luca swore vengeance on the man who killed his brother-Damian Moretti, the cold, ruthless billionaire don of the rival Moretti family.
But when a failed assassination attempt leaves Luca at Damian's mercy, he's not tortured. He's... kept.
And he says Luca belongs to him now.