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.

Chapters

Chapter 1

~ELENA~

"We dare you to kiss him."

That was how the night started uphill or downhill depending on how you look at it.

***

I twirl and twist my hips dancing to the loud beat thumping through the club, completely lost in the music.

Valentina and Gianna, my best friends, and partners-in-chaos, are giggling loudly beside me, and dancing to the music like no one is watching.

It's our first proper girls night out in years, as we haven't seen each other for a while now.

I just returned back to the country, Italy, because mom finally decided to move in with her new husband, and I decided to hang out with my girls at the club because I couldn't think of a better way to catch up with them.

Besides, I also want to forget about Alessandro, my ex boyfriend who I caught cheating on me. He broke up with me after I caught him cheating and blamed me for finding out.

Pathetic, right??

And now, I just want to have all the fun I can to forget about him.

"Oh my!!" Valentina suddenly exclaims, freezing mid-dance, and staring at something or someone with bulging and drooling eyes behind me.

Gianna and I trace her eyes to the entrance of the club and we both exclaim simultaneously.

"Fucking hell!!"

At the entrance of the club stands a man who commands attention with effortless grace.

Towering and broad-shouldered, his tall frame is sculpted to perfection-his slim waist tapering into long, lean legs that move with the poised elegance of a predator.

His face is a masterpiece, chiseled like that of a Greek god, with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full, sensual lips.

Piercing eyes ... .dark and enigmatic...held the kind of intensity that made hearts stutter, while his tousled hair, rich and thick, frames his divine features with casual perfection.

Every inch of him radiates power, danger, and breathtaking beauty.

"That man is fucking handsome!" Valentina whispers, clearly stunned.

"I'll do anything to have him in my bed! I'll sell my soul if I have to!" Gianna says dreamily.

I roll my eyes. They're always like that at the sight of a handsome man.

But I must confess, that man over there is easily the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. He's a beautiful man!!! He's breathtaking.

"When was the last time you said you kissed again??" Gianna asks.

"After I broke up with Alessandro" I reply to her.

Valentina and Gianna give each other knowing, weird looks. I know that look and it has never ended well for me.

It was a look of mischief.

"What are you girls up to??" I laugh.

"Should we spice things up a bit??" Valentina teases.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Gianna echoes, her voice dripping with trouble.

"Elena" Valentina grins. "I dare you to walk over to that handsome stranger and kiss him passionately on the lips"

"We're daring you to kiss him" Gianna supports with a wicked smile.

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

"You must be joking!" I cry out in disbelief.

"No, we aren't," Valentina says with a wicked smile.

"I'm not doing that, com'on" I say, glaring at both of them.

"Then you are doing our laundry for a month," Gianna says sweetly.

"Fucking hell....you know how much I hate doing the laundry" I groan.

"Then fucking go kiss him. It's just a kiss, yeah, yeah??" Gianna shrugs.

"Just a kiss," Valentina echoes, giggling.

I roll my eyes.

Remind me how I got to be friends with these girls again.

Why am I even friends with these lunatics??

I turn to sneak another glance at the handsome stranger only to realize that he is walking straight towards us.

"Look, he's approaching us!" Gianna gasps.

"I don't think so. I think he's coming to the bar counter and we're literally standing close to the bar counter" I reply, starting to panic a bit.

"It doesn't matter. Now is the right time to approach him. Take the opportunity" Valentina says.

"No, I won't" I refuse.

"Yes, you'll!" They both choruses.

"I won't!"

"You will!"

"I won't!"

And as we continue to argue, the handsome stranger keeps coming closer and closer to us.

And when he is just a few inches away from us, I suddenly feel a push from the back and find myself stepping forward to the handsome stranger and blocking his way.

"I'll fucking kill Valentina and Gianna for this!" I scream inwardly.

The handsome stranger stares at me from head to toe and raises an eyebrow in confusion or maybe...amusement.

And even though I know I am not looking bad in the red body fitting gown I wore that clings to my body and brings out all my curves, I still feel very embarrassed and wish the ground would open up and swallow me.

"What do you want, young lady??" He speaks, and his voice, oh my goodness, his voice could make any woman wet at the spot, myself included.

I swallow hard, suddenly searching for words to say.

I can hear Valentina and Gianna chuckling and giggling behind me. It is fun for them.

I deepen my resolve to kill them after this.

"Ummm....my friends..." I stammer, then take a deep breath.

"My friends dared me to kiss you" I blurt out.

His eyes widen, and a mischievous grin appears on his lips.

"I'm sorry" I apologize, and because he's way taller than me, tiptoes and holds his cheeks and kisses him on the lips.

He doesn't step back and the moment our lips touch, I feel an electrifying feeling within me.

His lips are warm, and I feel a spark run down my spine like lightning.

I linger for a moment ... .okay, maybe two...before I step back from him.

I start to apologize when he interrupts me.

"We're not done yet. We only just started" he says and pulls me closer to him, then bent his head and kisses me fiercely.

Continue to next part

On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter. Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open. The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?" It was from his mistress, Charlotte. They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement. I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don. To survive, I had to play the part. Alex sat on the bed, feeding me the tainted cake with a loving smile. "Eat up, Jillian," he purred. "It’s to die for." I swallowed every bite of the filth, forcing myself not to vomit until he left the room. The humiliation didn't stop there. I found out our marriage license was void. He publicly bought me a twenty-million-dollar necklace at a gala, then abandoned me to face the debt, forcing me to hand over my grandmother’s earrings as collateral. He even watched calmly as his family beat me for a prank Charlotte orchestrated. But the final blow came when I overheard him planning our "romantic" getaway. "The blizzard hits Friday," he told Charlotte. "It’ll look like a tragic accident. Hypothermia." He thought he was taking a lamb to the slaughter. He didn’t know I had been counting down the days. When we arrived at the cabin and he went to prepare my "accident," I didn't cry. I tossed one of my boots over the cliff edge to stage my death. Then I climbed into the black extraction van waiting in the snow. Alex Bradley thought he had killed his wife. He had no idea he had just set her free.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

Broken by the Alpha: The Moon Singer's Rise

7.8

I was the Alpha’s Fated Mate, but to Jacob, I was nothing more than a tool to soothe his rage with my piano music. He paraded Kassandra around as his true love, treating me like a servant in my own home. When Rogues attacked our territory, Jacob had to make a split-second choice. He chose to save Kassandra, believing her lie that she was pregnant with his heir. While he protected her, Kassandra looked me in the eye and stomped on my hand—crushing the bones and destroying my ability to play the music that kept the pack sane. I left the pack that night, broken and alone. It took Jacob weeks to discover the truth. Kassandra was never pregnant; she had been taking birth control for years and stealing millions from the pack treasury. Realizing he had sacrificed his true mate for a liar, Jacob destroyed Kassandra and came crawling back to me. He found me in Vienna, healed and rising as the powerful White Wolf Luna. He knelt in the dirt, slicing his own arm with a silver blade, begging for a chance to bleed for me the way I had bled for him. He offered me his Alpha title, his fortune, and his life. I looked at the man who had once been my entire world and felt nothing but a cold, hollow silence. "I don't hate you, Jacob," I said, turning to the man who truly loved me. "I just don't care."

Mafia Romance Werewolf

8.7

Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man

8.7

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue. "Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice. His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit. His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on. "You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back. "I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply. His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up. "Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread. ...................... Ruth's marriage was never built on passion, only duty and appearances. But when a dark twist of fate brings an unexpected fire into her bed, she finds herself torn between loyalty and desire. What begins as a spark of forbidden longing soon threatens to consume everything she thought she knew about love, marriage, and betrayal.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.5

Forbidden desiress

9.5

This is wrong Clark, Rachel is my sister." I said out of breath as he continued assaulting my neck with kisses. "I don't care Eva, it's you I want and desire and not her." "what will the world say??? what if she finds out about this Clark?? what then??" I asked with uncertainty. "I want you and care only about you Eva and the world can go to hell!!! are you ready to hold my hand as we walk through this path together???" "Clarkkkk." "Answer me, Eva!! are you ready???" Eva Mendes harbours a secret attraction for her sister's husband Clark Anderson and as she struggles with her guilt and shame, she finds herself drawn to Clark's confident nature despite the danger of ruining her sister's relationship and her own reputation. As their desires intensify, they realize that their secrets and lies may ultimately lead to their downfall or will it???

Mafia Modern Romance

7.4

Jilted By The Heir, Married The Don

7.4

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite in my heavy silk wedding dress, waiting to marry the heir of the Moretti syndicate to save my family from insurmountable debt. Then, my assistant handed me the morning tabloid. My fiancé, Marco, had fled to Paris with a half-dressed chorus girl, declaring to the world that he was breaking his chains. My father burst into the room, terrified that rival families would slaughter us by midnight, and demanded I go beg the Morettis for mercy. But the Moretti family's ruthless matriarch and their 'Fixer' had a different plan. To cover up Marco's cowardice and protect their syndicate's reputation, they decided to tell the press that my bloodline was "impure" and cancel the wedding. Even Marco's slimy cousin tried to grope me, offering to take me off their hands as his leftover prize. They were going to nail me and my entire family to a cross of public shame just to save their own pride. I was nothing but collateral, surrounded by cowards, pawns, and opportunists who were ready to devour me to save their own necks. But I refused to be the scapegoat for a spineless boy. If I was going to be a piece on the board, I would be played by the hand of the King. I gathered my heavy skirt, walked straight into the private parlor of the apex predator himself—Don Dante Moretti—and slammed the tabloid on his mahogany desk. "Don't cancel the wedding." I looked the most dangerous man in New York dead in the eye. "Marry me."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.3

Taming Him

8.3

"Sit" Mira wanted to dare him, to stand up and leave but that would disrupt her plan. "I'm sitting" "Don't move, I'm leaving" "You won't dare leave, I promise you" Mira whispered, confidence dripping down her words. If she can't leave, he can't as well. *** Mira had always wanted him, her cousin's private teacher. The stoic-faced man who wouldn't look at her no matter what she does. After going away for a few years, Mira came back with a sturdy built self-confidence. She still wants him, and she got him. Allen never expected he would lay himself bare for someone who is way younger than him, the one he never expected they would ever cross part again. The Mafia boss who had been living under hidden identity is forced to bare himself out this seductive and sultry one who was hellbent on setting his cold heart on fire.

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Triplet Temptation: My stepbrothers are triplets

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