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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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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