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 Cold and withdrawn, he wants me all to himself.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....

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Chapter 5

Chapter Five

I opened my mouth and tried to take his length in, but he was too long. I could barely manage three or four inches. Just as I tried to pull back, his grip tightened on my hair, and before I realized what he was doing, he shoved his cock into my mouth in one rough thrust.

This was the man who had promised to be gentle.

"Yes!" he grunted, switching his right hand on my hair to his left, while his right hand came to rest on his waist.

My eyes widened and tears welled up, but the feeling of him hitting the back of my throat made my pussy quiver and throb. I felt an intense need to be fucked by him mercilessly.

"Oh Mira, you're fucking sweet!" He let out a groan of pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening with every thrust.

He paused, looking down at me with a smile before continuing. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and his own mouth hung open, an indication of just how much pleasure he was getting from fucking my face.

Both of his hands now gripped my hair, and my hands fell to his hips as he sped up the pace.

"Yes! Urrgh... Fuck! You're so sweet, Mira!" His ecstatic grunts filled the air. My wet pussy quivered again, and I moaned on his cock.

"You're so fucking sweet! I love how you take it! Yeah! Take that dick, Mira! Take it rough! Fuck it, baby!" He bit his lower lip and threw his head back, grunting loudly while I moaned on his veiny cock. My pussy tingled and throbbed.

I felt shivers I'd never felt before. Fuck! I wanted him so badly. I wanted to slide his cock inside my pussy this minute. I wanted to feel what it was like to have him dig my pussy mercilessly.

"Mira! I'm about to cum! Mira!" His body was slick with sweat now and he looked incredibly handsome and sultry, his mouth open as moans escaped that made my heart leap.

His pace suddenly quickened, his grip on my hair so tight I thought he might pull it out. The pleasure I felt increased with his, and I tightened my grip on his hips. Vlad was fucking good, fucking hot, and I was sure this wouldn't be the last time I tasted him.

"Yes!" He grunted, releasing a thick, warm liquid that splattered across my face. He then fell heavily onto the bed behind him.

My vision cleared, and I suddenly realized I'd walked into the wrong room. This was Vlad's room.

I sprang to my feet, his cum dripping down my face. The wave of lust disappeared instantly, replaced by a scorching shame. I threw the door open and ran out.

*****

~NORA~

Immediately after the call ended with Mira, and I heard Mr. Femriss's voice in the background telling her to pack her things, I knew he was up to something again. He is determined to ruin Mira's life for a past she knows nothing about, and I am going to make sure he doesn't succeed.

Even though Mira doesn't acknowledge my efforts to save her, I won't stop. Last night, she pushed me down in front of everyone, strangers stared at me in a way that made me feel so ashamed. But I won't stop trying, she is simply ignorant of what is happening to her. I must bring her to the truth so she can be free once I have the information I need.

Right now, I have to stop Mr. Femriss from taking her away. I know he's using her again to satisfy his own selfish desires.

I dressed quickly, grabbed my handbag, and was about to leave when my mother walked into the room.

"Where are you going?" she asked, looking me over from head to toe.

"Mira needs me right now, Mom. I have to go. Please," I said, trying to move past her, but she pulled me back sharply.

"I've told you to stay away from that family. Why are you trying to drag us into trouble, Nora?" my mother said, her voice growing sad.

"Mom, Mira is in trouble, and you know we're the only ones who can help her. Why are you holding back? Can't you see she's wasting away?"

"That is not your business, Nora. Stay away from the Femriss family. I want to live long enough to take care of you, to see you become who you want to be," she said, her eyes searching mine. "We can't help her. We're not rich enough."

"No, Mom. We don't need money to help her, we need evidence. Give me what you have and let me fight this myself. Just watch me win," I said, determination burning in my voice. But she said nothing. She only stared into my eyes.

The room fell silent, our breaths the only sound, until she finally spoke again.

"You're all I have left, Nora, after your father was killed. The Femriss family is evil. They always get what they want. I don't want to lose you," she cried, and it broke my heart. But I couldn't back down.

"Do they always get what they want? Then it ends with me, Mom. This time, something has to be done," I said, taking her hand.

My mother knew everything about the Femriss family I needed to save Mira and she had the evidence. She was also a victim of one of Mr. Femriss's wicked operations. I found out the truth the first day I brought Mira home after school. My mother had told me to stay away from her, and when I refused to do so without a reason, she gave me a glimpse of the truth. I have been restless ever since.

For three years, I have been begging her to give me the evidence. She had it all, but she's scared to die, scared to lose me, and scared of Mr. Femriss. But I am not scared of anyone. I believed that one day he will go down and Mira will be free.

"It hurts me to see my friend suffer when I know I can help her. To stay silent is wickedness. We're no different from the Femriss family if we keep holding back. Please, Mom," I pleaded. My mother stayed silent, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I know you're trying to protect us, but I have no peace. She is emotionally and physically abused, her dreams are shattered and her beautiful skin is scarred. And now Freya is teaching her how to drink, teaching her to be a drunk just to forget the pain she caused."

"You don't know what Femriss is capable of doing to his enemies, Nora. He is always one step ahead of anyone coming for him," she flung my hand off, turning to leave, but I held her back.

"Three years, Mother. Three years since I heard what happened to Freya, and I have not been at peace. I'm unhappy. I can't sleep, I can't even concentrate in school. If you truly care about me, you'll help Mira."

She stared at me silently, then walked toward her room. I followed her.

"I will tell you and show you all you need to know. I will give you the evidence you seek, but on one condition," my mom said as we stepped inside her room.

My heart leaped with joy. I had finally won this argument after three years. Mira would be saved. And Freya... oh, I couldn't wait to see her wither away.

"What's the condition?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Silence stretched for what felt like an eternity before she replied. "You will not do it yourself. You will present the evidence to people who can handle it without Mr. Femriss knowing we are involved."

I wasn't sure how I'd manage that, but I nodded. I'd do anything for that information.

She moved toward her wardrobe, reached under a heap of clothes, and pulled out a tiny box and placed it on the desk. Just as she was about to open it, three masked men burst into the room. One of them struck my mother on the head with a gun, and she collapsed.

I screamed, but my voice was cut short as one of them covered my mouth and blindfolded me. I struggled, but he was too strong. My legs left the floor as he carried me out and tossed me into a car.

I kept struggling, kicking and hitting, until I heard a familiar voice.

"You stupid thing," the voice spat. A hard punch landed on my face, and everything went black.

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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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