TRIGGERS: Consensual non-consent so dirty it burns. BDSM that leaves marks—on your skin, your soul. Cheating kink so taboo it should be a sin. Orgasm denial that turns your body against you. And filth? Oh, bambina… you’ll need more than bleach to scrub this from your mind.
My father gifted to Matteo De Luca. The mafia heir. My husband-to-be.
But his brothers? They don’t ask. They don’t wait. They take.
I should scream when Luca’s whip kisses my thighs.
I should weep when Marco fingers my pussy.
I should break when Matteo pins me to his bed, as the triplets ruin me in turn.
But the drip of my arousal?
The way my mouth and my cunt clenches around every inch, desperately wanting "more"?
Filth. I was born for this.
Sin. I’ll drown in it.
This isn’t a wedding.
It’s a claiming.
And by the time they’re done?
I won’t just be theirs.
I’ll be unrecognizable.
One-click if you’re brave enough to watch me fall.
(Or if you just like the sound of a good girl… begging to be bad.)"
