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A Dark MFM Menage Romance
Willow Winters
Lauren Landish
Bella Love-Wins
Contents
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Begging for Bad Boys
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Relentless
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chanter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
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About the Authors
Copyright © 2017 by Lauren Landish, Willow Winters & Bella Love-Wins.
Cover design © 2017 by Coverluv.
Photography by Sara Eirew.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.
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A Dark MFM Menage Romance
We're dead for touching her.
But I don't want to stop.
Damon and I know first hand how cruel and unforgiving the world can be. We grew up relying on each other just to survive. Since then, we do everything together, from fighting to sharing women.
Until Bianca. Our honey bee.
We’ve been tasked with keeping her safe. Our job is simple: don’t let anyone touch her.
It should be easy, but she’s untouchable and we’ve both craved her for years.
Her lust-filled gazes and soft, kissable lips beg us to take her.
She knows this is wrong. All three of us do.
But the forbidden is too tempting to refuse.
She brings out a different side of me I’ve never felt before. Jealousy.
I see it in her eyes that she wants us both.
Together we can overwhelm her with pleasure that she’s never imagined.
But I want those sweet moans all to myself.
I don’t want to share her. Not anymore.
Prologue
Maddox
The bedroom is dark with the curtains closed; only the dim light of the moon shines through the sheer curtains. I can still see what matters though. I stalk across the room, my bare feet silently sinking into the plush carpet. My eyes have already adjusted to the darkness.
Bianca’s soft moans fill the quiet air. They’re almost whimpers, but I recognize them as cries of pleasure. I live for that sound. I want more, though. I want to be the one forcing those soft sighs from her lips.
I don’t know when it happened, but the beast in me has calmed.
It’s because of her, I know it is. She brings out a different side of me, but I can feel it slipping when Damon’s with her. I can feel it clawing at me to rip him away from her.
My fingers wrap around the bedpost, my eyes on them, watching how he kisses her slender neck and how she arches it in return, exposing more of her soft, sensitive skin to him.
She knows this is wrong. All three of us do. But the forbidden is too tempting to refuse.
She closes her eyes, a subdued gasp escaping her lips as his thumb travels over her hardened nipple, slowly moving down to the curve of her waist. I don’t usually watch. I’m not a patient man, but seeing her enjoying his touch in complete and utter rapture is something I’ve never seen before. Not from so far away, anyway. I’ve never admired her like this before. It’s intoxicating.
She holds my attention and makes me want things no one else ever has. She also brings out my jealousy. My dick hardens and my blood heats as her fingers spear through his hair and he leaves open-mouth kisses down her belly, slowly crawling lower and lower. I've never had to deal with jealousy before when it's come to Damon; we've always shared... everything. We’ve always shared women, but none of them were like her.
Our honey bee.
I’m not the only one who’s changed. There’s a different side to him too, a more aggressive side. He may think he’s hiding it well, but I see it all too clearly. My grip tightens on the wooden post as the bed creaks and Damon crawls between her legs. He doesn’t look back over his shoulder. He doesn’t take his eyes away from her.
Neither of them sees me.
My honey bee spreads her gorgeous legs wider for him, her heels digging into the mattress as she bends her knees and scoots her hips closer to him.
He groans, loving how she wants him.
My heart stutters in my chest. I thought she wanted me, too. I’ve seen the same lust shining in her eyes when she looks at me when I take her. I’m sure of it. I know she wants me.
My heart races as I move forward, my knees sinking into the mattress as I crawl to her, finally getting Bianca’s attention. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, her chest rising with a heavy breath.
I won’t keep my distance and give Damon a chance to steal her from me. I don’t know where I stand with Bianca on my own; I don’t know where I stand with him either, but I’m going to take what I want.
I close my eyes with sweet satisfaction as she reaches out for me, her soft fingers drifting easily down my chest, running through the small smattering of chest hair. Her touch almost tickles as she grazes me, but ultimately it’s seductive. A spark of electricity ignites my body.
I don’t have to look at Damon to know he’s staring at me. I can feel the heat in his eyes, the same jealousy and uncertainty that I feel. Nothing will ever be the same between us. My eyes focus on her gorgeous light brown eyes with flecks of gold, reflecting the dark desire that crackles between us. But her eyes flicker to his, and then back to mine.
My blood courses with adrenaline, fueling me to possess her. I hate that I’m sharing her, just as much as he is. It never used to be this way. But with her, I’m playing a different game.
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For now, while we’re hidden here in our safe house, paid to protect her and keep her free from danger, I’ll play along. I’ll continue to act as I have for years and share her with my best friend. Her soft lips press against mine, her right hand spearing through my hair, twisting and pulling gently as her tongue slides across mine with swift strokes.
But as soon as she’s safe and the danger is gone, I’m taking her.
I can’t share her. Not anymore.
Chapter 1
Damon
I lean back in the worn-out wingback chair in Maddox’s walk-up studio apartment. It’s close to seven in the morning, and I’m waiting on him like normal. My best friend and business partner is still sleeping when he should be dressed and ready for us to make a damn good impression.
The air conditioner clicks on; it’s the only sound in the small space as the cold air fills the room. We finally have a shot at the kind of break we’ve been busting our asses for since we left the Special Forces last year. We work for ourselves in private security, and we’re damn good at what we do. Since we started the business, it’s been nothing but side jobs and short-term gigs that don’t pay for shit. But this assignment coming up is a chance to turn our luck around.
Moving back to our hometown was a risk at best. The mafia runs these streets, and we knew that. Shit, we grew up knowing who the boss in this town was. An offer from them is exactly what we need. Our golden opportunity is here, and it’s about time we catch a fucking break.
And Maddox is fucking asleep.
I lace my fingers together and crack my knuckles. Maddox hates that, and he’s always been a light sleeper. It’s no surprise that he stirs at the sound, a wrinkle marring his forehead as his brow furrows. I do it again and he jackknifes up to a seated position, his eyes pinning me in place.
“What the fuck, Damon?” he groans, slowly rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then the swollen red welt above his right eye.
That welt is nothing compared to the puffy jaw and cut on his left cheek he had last weekend. I’m sure he got that in some underground fight club last night, another reason why he’s still in bed at a time when he’s usually up and about. My blood cools at the thought. He shouldn’t be doing that shit anymore.
Maddox is the most organized, regimented, disciplined person I know. Except for about a week or so around this time of year.
“Wake up, sunshine. We’ve got business,” I tell him.
He stretches one leg over the side of the bed, squinting from the sunlight filtering in through the cheap horizontal blinds over the only window in this place. “What time is it?” he asks and then clears his throat as he stares straight ahead at the empty wall and stretches out his back.
“Time to get your ass in the shower and put some decent clothes on. We can’t afford to be late,” I tell him.
“Late for what?” he asks, finally turning his head to look at me.
“A gig that’s right up our alley and pays well for a change.”
“How much money are we talking about?” he asks, cocking his right eyebrow and inadvertently pulling at the welt. He winces slightly, looking more pissed off than in pain.
“Double our going rate.” That answer makes both his eyebrows raise in surprise this time, and if he hurts at all, he’s not showing it.
“Damn, that’s a lot of cash,” he says as he rises and picks up his phone on the nightstand, quickly checking something and then tossing it back down.
“Fuck yeah, but the money ain’t the only thing, man. It’s Russo’s crew.”
That gets Maddox’s attention. “Vittoro Russo?” he asks.
“No, Rene Russo,” I joke. “Of course Vittoro Russo. This is it, Maddox. We’ve been hoping for this exact call for a long fucking time, and now we got it.”
There’s no one else on the planet who understands how big a shot this is better than Maddox. Ever since we were kids, we wanted to work for the Russo family. When other little boys were playing Cowboys and Indians or Cops and Robbers, we played a game we made up called Mafia Kings.
It involved shaking down businesses, paying off dirty cops, maintaining our cache of automatic weapons, kicking in the teeth of any of the rival thugs who stood against us, and doing whatever it took to rule over our territory. Fuck, we even wore cheap plastic rings we bought in those nickel coin machines on our pinky fingers. And it was all to emulate what we saw with our own eyes in the neighborhood where we lived. The Russo family ran our streets. People respected their name. To Maddox and me, they were royalty.
“Fuck, that’s good news. When did all this happen?” he asks.
“I got the call last night.”
He snaps his head in my direction. “And you’re only just telling me now?”
“Why the fuck do you think I’m sitting in your shitty apartment? You were too busy getting the shit beat out of you last night by the looks of it. Your phone was off, so I didn't have much of a choice.”
He looks back at the phone on the bed and runs a hand through his hair. “How much time do I have to get ready?”
“Take your time,” I answer him easily. “We’ve got a few hours, but I needed to make sure you clean yourself up and have your head on straight before we meet with Vittoro.”
“I’m fine,” he mumbles.
“Like hell you are. Have you seen your face?” I don’t know why he does this shit still. I fucking wish he didn’t.
He pulls out a pair of black slacks folded neatly over a hanger and answers, “I’ll be good after a shower and some coffee.”
I get to my feet, smoothing out the front of my shirt as I head to the front door. “Meet me at the diner in about an hour. We can go over the details when your head clears.”
“Where are you going?”
“Checking on Grace,” I answer him, my hand on the doorknob. “If this gig pans out, I won’t get to see her for a while.”
Other than Maddox, Grace is the only person who matters to me in this life. We had three months of being a family when I was eight years old. For those three short months of foster care, I called her Ma and was the son she never had. She treated me like her kin.
And then it all went to shit. That’s my luck. She had a stroke while driving one afternoon, messed her up pretty good. Child Protective Services took me away, promising it would only be while she was hospitalized.
They placed me with a foster family who were only in it for the money, maxing out on six or seven of us kids, and leaving us to fend for ourselves. I’d sneak off to check on Grace in the hospital. She just didn’t get better. It didn’t take long for my new foster dad to start taking out his anger issues on me. I know I was a handful, and I did shit I shouldn’t have. But I wasn’t a punching bag. I was only a kid.
I ran away so many times they eventually stopped reporting me as missing. But the thing is, Grace never stopped caring about me. Years later, long after the system had given up on me, Grace got better. I still see her as the mom I never had, the person who taught me what it means to care for another human being. And she only lives a few blocks from Maddox’s place.
“Tell her I said hi,” he tells me. As he takes a step and grimaces, half-limping and half-walking across the room to the bathroom, a strip of gauze slips out from under the hem of his pants.
“The fuck happened to your leg?”
“See you in an hour, Damon,” he says dismissively, ignoring my question.
Shaking my head, I leave. It’s probably for the best that he’s taking out his aggression with his fists instead of letting it build up until it’s out of control. Especially now. That’s where we’re different. I’m not quick to show what I’m feeling, but I make sure I keep myself in check. To say I’m more even tempered is putting it mildly.
Leaving my car parked outside, I walk over to Grace’s place listening to the sound of ambulance sirens blaring up a nearby street. Stretching my legs will do me good at a time like this, as the noises blend into the background and disrupt my thoughts
. Knowing this meeting with Vittoro is finally going to happen today has me on edge. Maddox is usually high-strung. Now, more than ever, I’ll need to be there for him so he keeps a level head.
The diner door swings open, and the chiming of the bells greets me as usual. I love the familiarity of this place and of this town, but I can’t shake the anxiety I'm feeling. Every minute that passes only brings me closer to meeting Vittoro, and I’m nervous as fuck. We can’t disappoint him. It’s not an option.
I look around to find myself a seat. It’s still early, but Maddox is already here, sitting at his usual booth near the back.
“Tell me about this deal with Vittoro,” he says, wasting no time.
“It’s a damn good start.” I take a seat facing him. “Did you order breakfast yet?”
“Yeah, but forget about food for a second.” He rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward and looking like his coffee’s definitely kicked in. “What are Vittoro’s people looking for?”
“He’s adding us to his protective detail.”
“Who do they want us to guard?” Maddox asks.
“No idea.” I shake my head as I answer him. “Doesn’t really matter who. It’s our chance to work our way up in the ranks. And the pay’s good, a fuckton better than what we've been making.”
Maddox furrows his brow and presses his lips into a thin line. “I wonder if it has anything to do with Frank Galanti’s death the other day.”
“Could be. His territory’s wide open for the picking.”
“This gig must be risky as fuck,” Maddox says, leaning back and running his hand down his face. The cheap vinyl seat groans as he looks out of the window and then back at me.
“Of course it’s fucking risky. There’s nothing safe about working for the top mob boss in town, especially if he’s gearing up to expand and take over Galanti’s section of the city.”
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