WET DESIRES WITH MY KINGS

"You don't know what to do? Rub it, baby," he murmured, his voice sending tingling shock straight to my already aching core. ***** The Silas brothers, all of them want me, and all of them need me. They take me brutally, wild and possessive, filling every part of me. Even though it hurts and leaves me sore, I love it and the craziest part? I craved it even more than they do. Every single day, I want them stretching me, digging into me, and owning me. But I never wanted this. My father forced me to work here to raise money for my sick sister. I tried to stay focused on the job, but the moment Vlad touched me, I felt something I had never experienced before, not even the pleasure I found on my own fingers could compare. I lost all control. Then came Rurik, he gave me a kind of ecstasy that nearly drove me mad, making me ready to surrender my virginity to him right then and there. But then, there is him. Cold and withdrawn, he wants me all to himself. And I love him. He was my first love, the only one I ever planned to give virginity to. But now I realize I can't choose just one man, I want him to join the Silas brothers and own me alongside them. Little did I know, he isn't who I thought he was. A one shocking revelation that tore me apart. WARNING: This book contains raw adults' scenes with mature words and flesh mushing. If this is your genre, hop in with your popcorn....

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter One

~ MIRA ~

The world was beginning to tilt. I watched through a golden haze as I drained the second glass of champagne Freya had bought. I didn't care about the burn or the way the room hummed, I needed the numbness. I needed something, anything, to patch the broken parts of me. My father was deliberately tearing apart.

I refilled the glass for a third time. I held it up like a trophy, watching the bubbles dance before pressing it to my lips. One small sip to tease myself, then I tilted my head back and let the rest burn its way down.

"Arrgh..." I groaned, a loose, giddy laugh escaping me. "It feels like heaven. Oh my days, I love this!" I didn't care that the other patrons in the upscale bar were shooting me judgmental looks. For the first time in years, I felt light.

"That's enough, Mira. Put the glass down," Freya snapped. She sounded irritated, which was strange considering she was the one who had dragged me here and convinced me that alcohol was the cure for a broken heart.

"Come on, Freya! I'm having fun," I slurred, snorting as I reached for the bottle again. "You were right. The pain... it's going away. I feel different."

I reached for a fourth pour, but a hand snatched the bottle away before I could touch it. It wasn't Freya's manicured hand.

Shocked, I whipped my head around, my vision swimming until Nora's face came into focus. She looked angry. She pulled out a chair and sat down with a heavy thud.

"I didn't invite you here, you hungry cheap lizard!" Freya hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Who called you? Mira... did you call her?"

I shook my head slowly, staring at the table as it seemed to vibrate.

"You don't need to invite me," Nora shot back, her eyes fixed on Freya. "I don't wait for invitations from evil people like you."

"Girls... please," I managed to mumble, blinking against the spinning room.

Nora and Freya had never liked each other. Nora thought Freya was a dangerous friend in designer clothes, Freya believed Nora was a bitter bad influence dragging me down. I was caught in the middle, loving them both and losing myself in the process.

"Sit and enjoy the view then," Freya sneered, leaning back. "I know a place this luxurious is a shock to your system. It's only thanks to Mira because if she weren't my friend, you'd never know that a bar like this exists." She shook her luxury handbag in Nora's face, a silent reminder of the gap between them.

Freya started to stand, but Nora's hand shot out, clamping onto her arm.

I swallowed hard and ran my fingers through my hair. I hated seeing them fight because of me. And whenever they started, I could never stop them; and to be honest, I hadn't invited Nora. She showed up on her own. She consistently appears whenever I'm out with Freya.

"Sit your damn ass down. I'm not done with you," Nora commanded, pushing Freya back into her seat. Her voice rang with authority that made the air feel thin.

"Nora...." I tried to intervene, but she held up a hand, silencing me instantly.

"Stay out of this, baby girl," Nora said before turning her fire back to Freya. "You and I both know who the real poverty-stricken one is here, you! But for now, enjoy the glitter while it lasts, Freya, because soon you'll be right back where you belong, begging for crumbs."

My jaw dropped. The alcohol couldn't dull my shock. Nora came from an average home. Freya's family was one of the wealthiest in the city. My own father was a driver for Freya's mother, and it was a blessing that someone like her was even my friend. In this circle, I was the one at the bottom of the ladder.

Freya's face turned a dangerous shade of anger. She stood up and shot me a furious look. I sprang to my feet instantly and tried to apologize, but she shoved me back into my seat and walked out.

I turned to Nora, my throat tight, and my fists clenched. Anger burned inside me like a wildfire. My alcohol-blurred gaze locked onto her.

"Why do you do this? Why can't you just leave us alone? I didn't invite you!" I screamed. A few people at the next table whispered, but I didn't care.

Nora stood and placed her hands on my shoulders. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "I'm trying to save you, Mira. You haven't seen it yet, but you will."

I shoved her back hard. She stumbled, losing her footing on the polished floor and landing painfully.

"Stop saving me! I don't need it, and even if I did, it wouldn't be from you!" I roared, slamming my palm against the table. "She never looks for trouble with you, but you're always there, lurking! What are you even saving me from?"

Nora got up, brushing off her clothes, her eyes blazing with a mix of pity and anger. "I'm trying to help you, Mira. Listen to me for once. You can move in with me if that's what it takes to keep you away from that man before he ruins what's left of you."

She gave me one long, haunting look, then turned and walked out.

I sank into the chair, my breath coming in ragged gasps, anger burning inside my chest as her words echoed in my mind.I grabbed the champagne bottle and took a long sip

That man. She meant my father. My instincts screamed that she knew something, some secret that could be my exit strategy.

Yes, I wanted to be saved. I wanted to escape my father, who was slowly killing my dreams without a thought for how I felt. But I didn't believe Nora could do that, not for me. I knew she cared and was only looking out for me, but her methods were wrong. What I did felt like the only way to make her realize I didn't appreciate her interference.

I grabbed the bottle and took another long sip. The guilt of how I'd treated her twisted in my gut, but I pushed it down with more champagne. When I set the bottle back down on the table, a man was suddenly sitting across from me.

"Who the hell are you?" I snapped, my words thick.

He smiled and reached out his hand politely. "My name is..."

"Go to hell!" I barked, grabbed my worn-out handbag, and hurled it at his chest before stumbling toward the back of the bar. I needed a restroom. I needed to splash cold water on my face.

I staggered toward the restroom, my vision blurring, and my legs wobbling. I pushed open a door, and what I saw left me frozen in the doorway.

I had walked into the wrong room, and the right thing I should have done was to apologize and leave immediately, but my mouth stayed shut, and my feet refused to move. My hand clung to the doorknob, my eyes locked on the perfectly built man inside.

He was a demi-god in the flesh. Tall, maybe six feet, standing in the centre of the restroom. He had his side to the door, and his front faced the closet. His big left hand wrapped around his huge erected veiny cock in his hand, head tilted back, eyes shut as he stroked himself slowly.

I couldn't breathe as I watched him, mesmerized. My mouth parted, a bead of saliva slipping from the side.

"Yeah... fuck," he groaned, stroking his thick huge cock faster now, breath heavy and ragged as if he was about to cum.

My heart jolted with waves of pleasure. The sound of his voice sent a violent jolt of electricity through me. My stomach tightened, and a heat that had nothing to do with the champagne flooded my lower belly. My legs, already weak from the drink, began to tremble uncontrollably.

'Mira, move. He's a stranger. Run.' I told myself, forcing my body to move so I could walk out of the restroom but my knees buckled and I collapsed onto the floor with a thud, snapping him out of his actions.

Continue to next part

For ten years, I disguised myself as my dead twin brother, fighting bloody mob wars to build the Falcone family's bootlegging empire. When the war ended, I thought I could finally take off the men's suits and be Anya again. Instead, my parents stole my victories to secure my father's power, demanding I disappear forever. When I tried to expose the truth, my family dragged me into a soundproof basement. My younger brother forced a metal funnel past my teeth and poured corrosive chemicals down my throat, dissolving my vocal cords into a blistered ruin. They chained me to a freezing pier, whipped me bloody, and let the men I used to lead spit on me as a jealous traitor. Then, under the guise of a family reconciliation dinner, my mother drugged my wine. While I lay paralyzed but fully conscious on my bed, my brother took heavy iron pliers and crushed all ten of my fingers, bone by bone. They wanted to ensure I could never hold a gun or write the truth again. I had slaughtered for them, bled for them, and craved only their love. In return, they pulverized my body and painted me as a hysterical madwoman just to keep the crown I had won for them. The foolish girl who wanted a family died in that agonizing pain, leaving behind only a ghost. Dragging my mangled, bandaged body into the rival Romano family's charity gala, I collapsed at the feet of their ruthless matriarch. "I invoke the sacred code," I rasped through my chemically burned throat. "I demand a Vendetta."

Action Mafia Modern

9.7

BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING

9.7

Prostitution wasn't exactly the future Ariella pictured for herself. But a series of unfortunate events landed her in a brothel she couldn't escape. Until he came in. His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why. In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last. he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing. their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her. especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov. he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her. Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart. But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

Claimed: Owned By The Don

8.1

He's known as the devil behind Club Eden,and she's the journalist that was sent to expose him, but when power tastes like pleasure, how do you stop craving the man who owns your body, and maybe your soul? Raven Knight doesn't scare easily. She's a fierce investigative journalist with a history of burning corrupt empires to the ground. Her latest assignment was to go undercover at the city's most elite and dangerous strip club to uncover what billionaire club owner and mafia Don, Jaxon Morreau was hiding, but what she didn't expect was him. Jaxon Morreau is a mafia Don with blood on his hands and control in his veins. Jaxon is cold, brilliant and totally untouchable, that is until Raven Knight stumbles into his world and becomes the obsession he never saw coming. She's everything he shouldn't want, she's too sharp, too stubborn, too pure, and yet he'll break every rule to keep her, even if that means war. As passion turns into possession, secrets unravel, and danger closes in from all sides, including Jaxon's jealous younger brother, Zane, whose obsession with Raven runs darker than anyone knows. Now, she must choose, either her freedom, or to surrender to the man who wants to own her; mind, body and soul. Welcome to Club Eden where nothing is safe, especially your heart.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

7.6

Divorce Unleashed Her: The Mafia Empress Awakens

7.6

She was the heir of a criminal syndicate, bred to command the underworld. For seven years she loved the wrong man, serving his family and building their fortune. Her payment was betrayal-his affair with her best friend. During her three-year coma, he hissed, "Don't wake up." They carried on at her bedside, then plotted her death to steal the company. She woke anyway and shattered them, rattling high society as a mafia heir and lethal fighter who ran the black-market economy. He begged. She kicked him aside and chose the man who'd waited a decade-the world's top arms dealer. "I'm yours."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

Marked By The Devil's Heir

8.1

Trigger Warning: This book is extremely dark, containing themes of obsession, strong sexual content, abuse, and psychological manipulation. Read at your own risk. "I'll delete the pictures depending on how obedient you are. You have to do everything I say. If I want you to become a dog, you get on your knees and bark. Do we have a deal?" Pierce leans down to Malakai's height, his lips brushing the shell of his ear, close enough to taste his fear. "You don't want her to know what a dirty little creep you are, do you?" Malakai Kreston is the preacher's perfect son. Quiet. Obedient. The kind of boy no one looks at twice. But Malakai has a filthy secret. And he'll do anything-anything-to keep it buried. Enter Pierce Masterson. Wealthy. Attractive. Pierce doesn't just want Malakai's secret. He wants Malakai. All of him. His fear. His obedience. His body. His mind. Pierce wants to own it, and lock it away where no one else can ever touch it. Kai has always been the hunter-watching from the shadows, obsessing in silence, taking what doesn't belong to him. Now someone is hunting him. And Pierce doesn't play fair. He plays dirty. How far can you run when the devil already knows every dark corner of your soul? In a game of predator and prey, the lines blur. The roles reverse. And the most dangerous thing isn't the boy who holds the blackmail- It's the moment Malakai stops wanting to be free.

Billionaire LGBT+Mafia Modern

9.2

Rising From Ash: The Mafia Queen Returns

9.2

To my husband, I was just a political bridge, a treaty with a heartbeat. While I sat alone in our cold estate, hiding the child growing inside me, Dante spent his days comforting his late brother's wife, Vanessa. He treated her like porcelain and me like furniture. The breaking point came the night I went into labor. Dante didn't hold my hand. He ran out of the clinic to comfort Vanessa over a fake emergency, leaving me and his unborn heir alone in the cold sterile room. So, I decided to give him exactly what he deserved: a ghost. I staged my death in the storm, leaving behind nothing but signed divorce papers and a tiny, mud-stained onesie. When Dante returned, he was told I died screaming his name. He spent months digging through the wreckage of the lighthouse with his bare hands, sobbing into the mud, finally realizing he had sacrificed his diamond for a stone. He discovered too late that I wasn't just a submissive wife—I was the secret daughter of Don Stefano, the most dangerous man in Europe. It took him three years to find me again. He fell to his knees at my feet, covered in grime, begging to meet his son. "I will fix this," he wept. "I will give you everything." I looked down at him from the steps of my private jet, flanked by my own army. "You can't fix what you broke, Dante," I said coldly. "If you ever come near my son again, I won't send a lawyer. I will send a war."

Mafia Modern Romance

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