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.
****
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 3
~ELENA~
I sit up slowly, my legs still trembling, my breath shallow, and my body a hazy mess of tingling sensation and exhaustion.
What just happened??
My skin is still flushed, and my cheeks are burning–not from shame, but from the memory of how that stranger thoroughly wrecked me.
I glance around the room, half expecting him to walk back in and say something...anything. But he doesn't. He's really gone.
He didn't ask for my name or digits before leaving.
I don't even know his name too.
I exhale deeply and finally peel myself off the bed, walking...no, wobbling...towards my dress on the floor.
My red panties are still around my knees. I pull them up first and wince as the fabric brushes my over sensitive skin. Then I slip into the red dress and smooth it down, adjusting it over my curves.
My hair is a mess and my lipstick is all but gone, and my lips are a little swollen. I look like I have just been ravished.
Because I have!
I stand in front of the mirror for a second, tilting my head. A small smile forms on my lips.
Damn, Elena!
I reapply some lipgloss I have in my clutch, do my best to finger comb my hair into something that doesn't scream, just got fingered by a sex doll, and walk out of the room like I have just conquered the world.
The pulsing bass of the club returns as I step back into the hallway. I follow the lights, descending the stairs until I find my girls in our VIP section.
Valentina sees me first and her eyes widen.
"Look who's finally decided to graze us with her presence" she teases.
Gianna gasps, mouth open in mock horror.
"Oh my God, you actually went through it??" She asks.
"I cannot believe it!" Valentina squeals, slapping my arm as I sit besides her. "You made out with a stranger! Actually, scratch that, it might be more than made out. You disappeared for like.... almost an hour!"
Gianna fans herself. "Elena, girl....did he least say his name? Or are we calling him Mr. Kisser from now on?"
I laugh, reaching out for my cocktail and taking a slow, cooling sip.
"You two dared me" I say, cocking a brow at them. "Don't act shocked. You literally said I should kiss that stranger or I am doing the laundry for a month. So I kissed him. The rest...just sort of happened."
Valentina leans in, eyes wide with curiosity.
"What do you mean the rest just happened??"
Gianna scots closer, grabbing my arm.
"Don't you dare go quiet on us now. Spill! Did you...do it?? Like it-it??"
I smirk and shake my head. "Nosy much?"
Gianna gasps dramatically. "You did! Oh my God, you totally...!"
I hold up a finger.
"I'm not confirming or denying anything" I tell them.
Valentina groans. "Oh come on, don't leave us hanging like this."
"I can," I say sweetly, taking another sip of my drink. "And I will."
"Did he at least kiss good?" Gianna pouts.
My lips curl into a slow smile as I glance at them.
"You could say that."
"You're evil. Give us details, now!" Valentina lets out a frustrated squeal.
But I stand up, picking up my clutch.
"Nope, it's late. And I, for one, am exhausted" I say.
"From what, exactly??" Gianna teases.
"Ask your imagination" I throw her a wink.
They both groan in protest as I start making my way out of the VIP lounge.
"Elena, don't you dare walk away from us with that smug grin on your face!"
"I'm walking, Val," I call over my shoulder. "But just so you know...that dare? Best dare ever."
They burst into laughter, grabbing their purses and hurrying after me.
We step out into the cool night air, heels clicking against the pavement, still buzzing from the music, the drinks, and now....my little adventure.
And as we head towards the waiting cab, Valentina throws an arm over my shoulder.
"I swear," she says. "If this turns into a romcom and you end up falling for the hot stranger, I want maid of honor rights."
I just laugh and shake my head.
If only she knew....I have no idea who he is.
But somehow, I have a feeling this isn't the last time I'll see him.
And God help me, I hope I do.
***
We are back home and I am about to go to bed with Valentina and Gianna when my phone beeps.
I check my phone and see it is a message from mom. I open it and read it.
"Elena darling. Don't forget you're moving in to your new house tomorrow. Enough staying at Valentina and Gianna's place."
I roll my eyes.
I don't want to move into any house and have been delaying by staying with Valentina and Gianna at their house.
But I can't keep postponing it anymore. So I'll finally move in tomorrow.
I sigh deeply. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
****
The next morning, my mom sends a car to come pick me up at Gianna's and Valentina's place.
She says her new husband is a billionaire.
She doesn't say he's a Mafia.
She definitely doesn't say he has three sons.
And she really doesn't say they're triplets.
After hugging Valentina and Gianna bye and promising to always visit them, I enter the car.
I have just two suitcases.
The black car drives off, and almost an hour later slows in front of a mansion that looks more like a fortress-wrought iron gates, stone pillars, cameras that blink red as we approach.
I hug my cardigan tighter around me and press my face to the glass.
It's beautiful....but in a cold, haunted kind of way.
The driver opens the door without a word.
"Miss Elena. The family is waiting inside" he announces to me.
The family.
I step out and stare at the estate that now apparently belongs to me too.
Before I can even reach for my suitcase, the front door opens.
And they step out.
Three of them. Tall. Broad shouldered. Inhumanly attractive.
And identical.
Triplets.
My breath catches.
My eyes dart to the one on the left, then the one in the middle.
But it's the one on the right who tilts his head.... just slightly.
That face. That smirk.
The world tilts.
Oh my God!
This face! It's the same face at the club.
It's him.
The stranger I had kissed.
The one who wrecked me without telling me his name.
But wait...
The middle one just raised an eyebrow at me...exactly the way he did when I said,"Don't stop, please."
My stomach flips.
No.
Was it him??
I glance at the one on the left...he's expressionless, unreadable, arms folded, but his eyes...God, his eyes burn into me like he knows.
Holy hell!
Which of them did I make out at the club with??
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
8.3
" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You "
He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her.
" Please ...... daddy "
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He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles.
One night and It changed everything.
I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off.
I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.
8.5
"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it."
"Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters."
Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam.
One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to.
Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned
7.6
The gunman pressed a Glock to my temple and gave my husband a choice.
"One walks out. One stays. Choose, Mr. Underboss."
I wasn't worried. I was Haven. I was his wife of ten years, his Consigliere, the woman who built his empire.
Beside me sobbed Gemma, a fragile twenty-two-year-old he had known for six months.
"Take Gemma! Leave Haven!" Connor screamed, his honor twisting into something unrecognizable.
He walked out of the warehouse with another woman in his arms, leaving me to be butchered.
I didn't wait for the bullet. I threw myself through a glass window into the freezing canal.
I survived the fall, but the life inside me didn't.
After five years of failed IVF, the miracle baby I hadn't even told Connor about was gone.
While I lay in a cold hospital room, bleeding out the remains of our child, my husband was buying diamond earrings for the woman who had set me up to die.
When the doctor tried to sedate me for the surgery, I grabbed his wrist.
"No anesthesia," I commanded.
"But the pain..."
"I want to feel it," I said, staring at the ceiling. "I want to feel every scrap of him leaving my body."
I burned that pain into my soul. Then, I went home, poured gasoline over our wedding bed, and lit a match.
Two years later, I returned to the city.
Connor thought I was dead.
But when he saw me on the arm of his mortal enemy, wearing the crown of a rival Queen, he realized his mistake.
He didn't just lose a wife. He started a war.
9.3
I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm.
My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles.
Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me.
He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised.
Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress.
That betrayal was just the beginning.
When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate.
He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride.
He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die.
He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast.
I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned.
Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place.
I stopped waiting for him to come home.
I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night.
Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake.
But he's too late.
Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises.
He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen.
9.4
I spent the night with a stranger...
Who got me pregnant...
And turned out to be my boss...
Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss.
To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him.
I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay.
But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.
It got me champagne that tasted like starlight.
Satin sheets as soft as a dream.
And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone.
And then, in the morning...
He was gone.
That's I needed to get my life together anyway.
After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him.
So I'm starting from a blank slate.
I find myself a new apartment.
A new job.
And I put both Misha and my husband behind me.
At least, I thought I did.
Until Day 1 of orientation.
When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss.
That's bad enough.
What's worse is what came next.
A car crash.
A doctor's appointment.
And two pieces of unsettling news.
Congratulations, the doctor says. You're pregnant.
Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.