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 5
~ELENA~
Nico stretches out on my reading nook like he owns it. One leg propped up, his shirt still half unbuttoned, and that smug devastating grin playing on his lips.
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.
"You always make yourself this comfortable in a girl's room?" I ask.
He shrugs, unbothered. "Only when the girl looks like she's dying to ask me to stay."
I scoff.
"In your dreams."
"Oh sweetheart..." he glances at me through those thick lashes. "You've already been in my dreams."
My cheeks burn. This man is impossible.
I walk past him, pretending not to care and sit at the edge of the bed.
"You're always this flirty with your stepsisters??" I ask.
"That's when she's beautiful and sexy as hell" he murmurs.
He clicks his tongue.
"You're not really my sister. Not by blood. Not by bond. And definitely not by heart."
He leans forward. "So I don't see you as my stepsister."
He stands, then begins prowling around the room like he's been here before.
He taps the edge of my dressing table and picks a book I had kept on it while unpacking.
"Romance novels?" He says with a smirk.
"Guilty."
"Seems you like books. We have a library with so many books in the house" he says.
"Really?" I squeal in delight.
I love books.
"Yes," he says.
"I can't wait to read them. I've read a lot of books and I want to read more" I say.
"Any of them involve falling for your stepbrother?" He teases me.
I throw a pillow at him. He catches it easily.
His eyes flick to mine, something unreadable in them.
Silence stretches between the both of us. Not awkward.... just charged.
"So" he says eventually. "Tell me something real."
"Like what??"
"Why did you move here??" He asks. "Heard you were living in America and studying there."
I hesitate.
"My mom got married after my father's death" I say finally. "And I didn't want her to feel guilty for dragging me into it. So I came along."
Nico stares at me.
"Ooh, alright."
"And I'm still getting to know my new stepfather" I say.
"Lorenzo??"
I stare at him in disbelief.
"You address your father by his name??" I ask.
He shrugs his shoulders. "It's not a big deal."
"Wow" I mouthed.
He walks over towards me, his presence suddenly too close, too warm.
"Can I ask you something??" he says.
I nod.
"Did you meet any of us recently before moving in here?"
My eyes widen.
"Why...why do you ask??" I say.
"You've got this look in your eyes since you got here. Like you're haunted. You looked like you recognized one of us." He replies.
I open my mouth, then close it.
"I don't think I've seen any of you before moving here" I lie.
He smirks.
"Are you sure, little dove??"
I gasp softly.
The one at the club called me "baby doll" and now he's calling me "little dove"
He's not the same person.
Or is he??
"Yes, I'm sure" I lie again, daring him to talk about the kiss if he's really the one.
"If you say so, little dove," he drawls.
His eyes hold a sinister look in them.
My ribs begin slamming against my ribs.
He leans down, brushing a lock of hair off my cheek.
"I really want to know what your lips taste like. I've imagined kissing you since I set my eyes on you today" he whispers in my ear.
Then he stands straight.
"But not tonight," he smiles. "Tonight I'm just here to keep you company."
He turns away, moves back to the reading nook like nothing happened.
I exhale shakily.
He's dangerous and straight forward.
In a different way from Vincenzo.
Vincenzo is cold, unreadable like a loaded weapon.
But Nico??
He's the fire you know is going to burn you-but you still reach out to him anyway.
We end up talking for hours.... nothing important. Just past relationships, which makes me realize that Nico is a playboy, books, music, and how he once dyed Riccardo's hair pink while he slept.
I laugh more than I should.
When he finally stands up to leave, he pauses at the door.
"You've got a secret, Elena," he says softly. "And I can't wait to figure it out."
He leaves, and I'm left staring at the closed door, heart still racing.
And one thought fills my mind.
He's not the one who kissed me.
But he's the one who might ruin me.
My phone suddenly rings and I check who is calling.
It is a WhatsApp group call and it's Valentina and Gianna calling.
"My girls!!" I squeal in delight, then answer the call.
"Hey baby!" They both chorus.
"My sweethearts" I exclaim. "I miss you guys already"
"We miss you too" they chorus.
"Hey Elena, switch to video call" Valentina says.
And I immediately switch to video call.
"How did moving into your new house go?" Gianna asks.
I can see their faces on my screen.
"Show us your new room" Valentina interrupts.
I do that.
I show them my room.
"Wow, it's beautiful" Gianna exclaims.
"And classy" Valentina supports.
"Seems your new stepfather is swimming in money" Gianna says.
"I guess" I shrug my shoulders.
"You haven't answered me. How did moving in go?" Gianna says.
"Cool. But guess what girls??"
"What??" They both exclaim.
"I have three hot, handsome, sexy and identical triplets as my new step brothers" I blurt out.
"Oh my!" Valentina exclaims.
"What the hell!" Gianna squeals. "How about I come over to spend the weekends??"
I laugh.
"You wanna seduce them, huh?" I tease.
"Yes yes!" She laughs.
Valentina narrows her eyes at me, leaning closer to the screen.
"Wait, wait, back up. Triplets? And they're hot?"
"Identical triplets," I repeat with a dramatic sigh, flopping back on my bed. "Like sinfully attractive. You wouldn't want to believe it unless you saw them."
Gianna lets out a squeal so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
"This is some stepbrother fantasy gone wild situation!" She says.
Valentina grins like a devil.
"Tell me everything. Names. Personalities. Every detail. Now."
I groan.
"Okay, there's Vincenzo...he's cold, silent, gives off major serial killer vibes, but in a hot broody way. Then Riccardo...cool, chill, charming and caring. And Nico..."
I trail off for a second, feeling my face flush.
Gianna immediately notices. "Oh, oh. Something happened with Nico...didn't it??"
"I mean...he was in my room earlier. Being all flirty. And gorgeous. And frustrating" I mutter.
Valentina wiggles her brows. "Was he shirtless?"
"Half" I grumble. "But that's not even the craziest part."
Gianna and Valentina lean closer in perfect unison, their eyes wide.
"What could possibly be crazier than living with three hot triplet step brothers??" Valentina asks.
I bite my lip.
"Okay, you remember the night before I moved? The night at the club? The handsome stranger I kissed?" I ask.
Gianna gasps. "No. No way! Don't tell me..."
"It's one of them" I close my eyes and groan. "It's one of the triplets."
The screen explodes in chaos.
Gianna lets out a scream that's half shock, half excitement.
"WHAT!? Are you serious?"
Valentina drops her phone for a second before scrambling to grab it again.
"Elena, what the hell??"
"I didn't know" I yell defensively. "How am I supposed to know that the handsome stranger you both dared me to kiss is my stepbrother??"
"Fuck!" Valentina exclaims.
"Tell, was it just the kiss??" Gianna asks.
"We made out" I say and blush hard.
"Oh my!" Valentina gasps.
Gianna is fanning herself with her hand, laughing like a maniac.
"This is better than a damn Netflix series. So who was it? Which of them?" She asks.
"That's the problem" I sit up, pulling a pillow to my chest. "I don't know. I can't figure it out. Nico called me "little dove" earlier, not a baby doll. So maybe it's not him. Vincenzo doesn't talk much and Riccardo? I honestly don't know. They're all too good looking and it's messing with my brain."
Valentina stares at me wide eyed.
"Elena. Babe. You accidentally made out with one of your step brothers before you knew he's your step brother."
"Yeah" I sigh, hiding my face in the pillow.
Gianna bursts out laughing again.
"Girl you've already failed the step-sibling challenge and you just moved in. This is insane. I love it!"
"I'm doomed" I groan.
"No," Valentina says with a wicked smirk. "You're not doomed. You're in the middle of a forbidden romance plot. And we need to know who the mystery kiss guy is. Operation baby doll is finally on."
"I'm scared," I whisper, half laughing.
"You should be," Gianna grins. "One of them has tasted your lips and has touched you. And the other two might want to, too."
My stomach flips. I don't say anything.
Because deep down, I know she might be right.
And that terrifies me.
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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.