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‎🔥🍷🔞 Temptation 🔞🍷🔥
‎🖤 By Domas Library 🖤
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‎Chapter 1 (Alexander)
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‎Alexander.
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‎—Mr. Roe is here— Ethan tells the Hilton & Roe security personnel.
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‎I take off my sunglasses and walk in angrily. The last two eco-friendly hotels I opened haven't generated the profits I want. Two million pounds in their first three months of operation is a pittance compared to what I earn in a week from my regular hotels.
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‎"Good morning, Mr. Roe," Amelia says, catching me in the doorway with my digital calendar. "You have four meetings today, and two of them are with the lawyers Mr. Blake hired."
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‎—Cancel everything and order me a medium-rare steak at noon. Also, tell Alesha I don't have all day to wait for her plans; they were due yesterday. I don't want any excuses.
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‎I spent the night before correcting the plans that my incompetent architects made, and the last thing I want right now is to take those damn meetings; I'm in a worse mood than yesterday.
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‎"But Mr. Roe, we can't cancel all your meetings, at least not the first one with all your executives to discuss the hotels you'll be opening in Birmingham, nor the one with the clients coming from New York." She tries to keep up with me, her heels clicking behind me.
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‎—I have plans to fix specifically for those hotels and I don't intend to waste my time in a mediocre meeting.
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‎"The architects have been here for an hour waiting to help you with the mistakes they made."
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‎"I don't want any inept, incompetent fool from a cheap university touching the blueprints of my hotels, only Alesha. She's the best I have, and I'll supervise her." I close my office door, concluding my order.
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‎I open the plans on my desk; I rarely draw the plans myself, except for the Brent hotels where I took a risk, but I always make sure the work isn't rubbish.
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‎I fix my Rolex and get to work. The amount of work I have this year has increased and nobody is better than me at doing it. I am one of the richest businessmen in Europe and London is my main headquarters.
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‎Ethan and my private security are waiting outside my office. Two days ago we had sightings of green vans, as happens every so often.
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‎—I'm here— Alesha enters, looking presentable as always, to clean up the mess. —I've been waiting for you with the architects all morning, but since you probably don't want incompetent people touching your plans, I came alone.
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‎—You always know what I want.
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‎—It's years of experience, darling— she dares to kiss me on the cheek, but I don't let her. I don't like those ridiculous kisses. I'm a difficult man to deal with, but Alesha has adapted to getting along with my character since we were children.
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‎—Fix the mess those inept people made in the plans.
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‎She gets serious and ready for work, just the way I like it. "Last night I was digitally analyzing them and I've already found two of the flaws," she says, pursing her red lips that have kissed me so many times in her apartment, and runs her fingers along my arm.
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‎My frown makes her back away. "You're not in a good mood today either; you've been like this for days."
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‎—I'm never in a good mood.
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‎"Well, start moving your face at least to say thank you, or it's going to atrophy," she says, moving to my back and using her classic massage technique. "I can relax you however you like, darling. I'll prepare your Scotch and a nice steak with perfectly cooked vegetables, just the way you like it."
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‎—Perfect.
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‎—I'll take care of the plans and you'll come to my apartment at six.
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‎"I need you in Birmingham. I want you to detail every aspect of the construction, just like Brent's. I don't want any mistakes, Alesha. Construction involves lives, and I never do a bad job."
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‎—If I supervise it, you have no reason to doubt, but then I need the data that Erick will present at today's meeting.
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‎Grumpy, as if I hadn't canceled my appearance, I go to show myself to the slaughterhouse of cowards who want to please me. As always, people arrive before the meeting time; they know I hate delays, and they're just bootlickers.
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‎Bennett goes in first and then I go in, where the screens are already lit for the Birmingham charts.
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‎Erick, the son of my best publicist, starts talking about percentages that categorize us as the best hotel chain, and nobody needs to remind me of that.
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‎I'm above everyone else; I'm not just good, I'm excellent, and nobody's going to question that. That's why their conversations don't impress me at all.
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‎—Get to the point, Erick, and don't bore me— I order, tired of hearing his nonsense.
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‎I run my hand over my face in anger as he begins with the real information. They're all a bunch of useless idiots. I look up at the room and see the pair of brown eyes staring at me. In that moment, I feel the power that gaze demands.
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‎She's the publicist, Christopher Jones's assistant, whom he has praised so much for hiring her last month. She's far too self-centered to think there aren't any good publicists at my company. I lower my gaze, expertly scanning her face down to the tight jacket she's wearing.
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‎I look up again and at that moment I feel as if I am being tempted without even moving my eyes.
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‎I narrow my eyes, trying to subdue her.
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‎Her skills are useless to me; nobody is on the same level as me professionally, but she was clear in saying that she didn't tell him she was a good publicist, she told him she was the best publicist he could hire. The ego of beginners drives me crazy.
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‎Even Alesha doesn't dare to go that far, and she's the best architect I have on my team.
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‎I dominate her with my presence, but she doesn't look away. I raise an eyebrow as she runs her eyes over my face and even my clothes, and when she looks back at me I feel the intensity of her gaze, because it's the same as mine; she's putting herself on the same level as me.
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‎I smile, surprising my secretary because I've been yelling since morning, but my smile is ironic and purely angry. Don't stoop to my level, publicist. I tilt my head, playing along with her, and give her that lopsided grin that makes me look like a total bastard.
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‎She tilts her head, and I get my first glimpse of her stubbornness because she sees me from below. Christopher shows her the graphs, and she concentrates, but I see the pulse throbbing in her neck; she's not indifferent, but her stubbornness prevents her from yielding. Same as mine. That's the thought that keeps me staring at her throughout the meeting, aware that she avoids my gaze, but that her ego is still present.
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‎A publicist with an inflated ego is a challenge that attracts me as I think about it, and as I look at her body again I begin to fantasize about what little the desk reveals. I'm going to spread her legs and see if her serious attitude doesn't vanish, screaming my name if I make her sin.
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‎I bend her over and whip her several times as punishment for challenging me with her gaze. The perverse thoughts are better than the damned meeting, and even my bad mood dissipates.
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‎The meeting ends, and the sight of her tempting body as she gets up makes my member hard as she walks toward the exit, showing me her pert ass, perfect for spanking. I feel the temptation growing as I watch her; she looks up again, glancing at me through the doorway.
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‎She feels it too.
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‎She is a sinner.
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‎I can recognize the look of sin the moment I see it, the perversion, the temptation, and the sin that grows when the brown of her eyes darkens. My gaze travels down her body, appreciatively drawn to the breasts hidden by the black blazer, but she also takes in mine.
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‎And as Christopher greets me, we both hold the gaze of sin.
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‎I adjust the cheap gold cufflinks my brother gave me and wait for her to come in with her boss. "Jones," I lower my voice again, sounding angry, but she doesn't even deign to look at me when I speak.
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‎I don't have time for a game with a stubborn publicist who thinks she's the best at her job. I have an eco-friendly hotel to open to the public and it will make me richer than I am now. That woman just annoyed me and I know I annoyed her just the same, which I don't even care about.
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‎Welcome to the hotel industry, here you prove what you're made of, not how big your ego is.
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‎Chapter 66, Final Chapter | “Russian Winters”
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‎Madison Blackwolf
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‎My hands were sweating, I couldn't stop them from shaking, everything in me was shaking, this was really happening I was going to get married. The wedding had been postponed a couple of months for obvious recovery reasons, given the gunshot wounds my body, Oliver's body, and Connor's body sustained, in addition to Kace's burns. We also traveled to Nevada where we visited Antonella and then that nice tattoo shop in California. We also had to wait for Frank to make a full recovery, as well as go through the whole process of finding a new wedding venue, a new planner, and replanning all the details. So, after eight months since the attack, I was finally going to get married.
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‎Although I couldn't complain, this hall was much nicer than the previous one, with glass ceilings so that the whole celebration could be under the stars, and the church was only a few blocks away. Because yes, we decided that the wedding would finally be in a church to fulfill my whim of walking down the long aisle hand in hand with my brother, even though both the judge and the priest in charge of the ceremony were under death threats, since polygamy was not legal.
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‎—I swear I'll kill you if you ruin my makeup with your tears again — Yulia's voice could be heard behind me as I finished adjusting my dress.
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‎My blonde hair fell down my back in perfect waves with a sophisticated braid keeping it tucked in behind my back, the dark eye makeup made my blue eyes stand out and the red lipstick made my lips look even fuller than they actually were.
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‎—That's it, turn around.
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‎I turned to the full-length mirror so I could look at myself in the dress and tears filled my eyes again.
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‎“Don't cry!” Yulia hissed at me.
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‎—But the makeup is waterproof!
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‎—That doesn't mean you should dehydrate yourself by crying, you'll ruin it!
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‎I didn't care; the dress was breathtakingly beautiful. I fell in love with it the day I saw it, but seeing it again on me, with my hair and makeup done, was simply perfect. The dress was black, princess-style, with a gorgeous ruffle and a long black silk train. It had details along the edges that resembled red roses, and it was held up by thin straps from my shoulders. The deep neckline reached down to my abdomen, and my back was completely bare.
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‎It was beautiful, it was perfect.
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‎A black veil was held tightly to my hair, with a ruby tiara, a gift from the Italian mafia; the veil was held at the height of my head and fell towards my back.
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‎A few knocks on the door alerted us and Yulia ran to open the door for the person who was waiting for me.
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‎—Damn, Annika — my brother rushed to my side, taking one of my hands in his and turning me around — You look beautiful.
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‎His eyes were holding back the tears that I freely let flow; he took care to clean them with his thumbs, careful not to ruin my makeup.
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‎—You deserve this, you deserve to be this happy and even more — he placed a kiss on my crown — I'm so proud of you.
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‎I finally allowed myself to analyze him; the black suit made him look quite attractive, Yulia confirmed this to me when she kept an eye on him, the red tie standing out from his outfit.
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‎—I wish Mom were here — I sobbed with a nostalgic smile on my face, Alek's eyes lit up at the mention of Mom.
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‎—Wherever she is, I'm sure she's rejoicing in this day, she's happy for you, Annika.
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‎My heart tugged a little. I also wish Livvie were here.
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‎I allowed myself to stay a little longer in my brother's arms while Yulia announced that she would go get ready; after all, she was my bridesmaid and should walk down the aisle with Frank, the best man my fiancés chose for the wedding.
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‎After another hour, it was finally time to leave. They both looked spectacular; Yulia wore a very elegant long red dress that matched the wedding colors, and Frank sported a perfectly tailored burgundy suit.
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‎Alek placed the bouquet of red roses in my hands.
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‎—Are you ready? — he asked me, I nodded.
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‎We were in the building next to the church, the Blackwolf were already inside, waiting for me at the altar. Yulia was linking her arm with Frank a few steps away from us; all the guests were already inside the church.
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‎And the music began to play as the doors opened. Yulia and Frank started walking down the path filled with red and black rose petals, the whole hallway was flooded with petals giving an incredible image, Alek started pulling my arm and that's when I saw them.
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‎I saw them. My wolves.
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‎The three of them stood atop the altar, dressed entirely in black except for the red ties they wore. Each of their eyes fell upon me as they gazed at me with pure adoration reflected in their eyes, just as I gazed at them. The whole world disappeared around me, people stopped mattering and the music fell silent, it was just us, them, waiting for the path that was missing to be able to reach their side, that was where I belonged, it was my place, they were my home.
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‎I think I would have fallen if Alek hadn't had his arm intertwined with mine; I felt my eyes blur with tears as I closed the distance to my wolves.
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‎Kace is the one who extends his hand towards me and I don't hesitate to take it, even though the other one is still attached to my brother's.
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‎“You'd better take care of her,” Alek growls. “She must be happy every damn day of her life, or I'll take care of killing you myself.”
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‎Kace nods, and my brother places a small kiss on my forehead before letting go of me and allowing me to ascend the short steps of the altar, where my other two men await me. Two on each side and one behind me—this is how the priest begins the ceremony.
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‎I find it amusing how the father sweats slightly every time he looks up at the second-floor benches, where a sniper awaits orders from one of my men to assassinate him should he decide to oppose our marriage; his hands tremble constantly and his voice is a little high-pitched and shaky.
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‎It's a pretty quick wedding; we're skipping a lot of important parts about the blessings and such, which none of us are interested in. My future husbands are just indulging my whim to walk down the aisle. We're not saying our vows either, since I know beforehand that the Blackwolves won't. They won't open their hearts in front of so many people, but they'll make sure I know it every single day. They show me how much they love me, even if they don't say it very often, and I'm okay with that. I can say the words for us.
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‎The priest also skips over the part about questioning if anyone objects to the wedding; it's clear my fiancés won't let anyone even try to object before silencing them forever, with a whole magazine of bullets being fired into their religious body, so we'd better leave that out.
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‎Little Cameron walks in with the help of Celine's arms and they hand us the rings.
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‎A beautiful black silver ring, my ring is engraved with the names of my three future husbands inside, as well as our wedding date. I let out a couple of tears as the brothers coordinate to slip the ring on my finger. Connor slides the ring onto my finger while Oliver holds my hand up for his brother, and Kace clings to my back, not caring that all our guests are watching.
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‎The fact that it's just one ring makes me cry even more when I understand why they did it. It wasn't like my engagement rings, where each of them gave me their ring and they formed a row of three rubies. This one is different; it's just one ring from all three of them, because that's what I am. I belong to them equally; I'm not just Kace's, or just Oliver's, or just Connor's.
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‎I am the wife of the Blackwolf brothers, of each of them in equal parts, that's why it's just one ring.
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‎I shed a couple more tears when it's my turn to slip the wedding ring onto each of their hands, all three with my name engraved on them, as well as the date of our wedding.
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‎The judge approaches and makes us sign the documents. Kace gives him a dirty look as he stumbles slightly from nerves, while Connor mocks him and Oliver just laughs. But we sign. I don't know how they managed it, whether through threats or bribes, but legally I'm registered as the wife of all three of them. They are all mine, and I am theirs.
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‎We signed the papers, Yulia and Frank also signed as witnesses, and finally the father said the words I most wanted to hear.
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‎—I now pronounce you husband and wife — he says, frowning — You may kiss the bride.
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‎I wait for the moment when they agree to kiss me, but I squeal when Connor pulls my body to his lips and Oliver joins in the kiss followed by Kace, we are a mess of tongues and saliva that makes me laugh and then they take the time to kiss me properly one by one.
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‎Outside, my husbands' men set off fireworks that filled the air, and Connor took my hand as he led me to the church exit and we got into a beautiful limousine.
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‎“Turn around a couple of times,” Connor orders the driver, who quickly complies with his task. Although the hall is only a few blocks away, we will wait for the guests to arrive.
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‎I squeal with joy as Oliver pulls my body until I'm straddling his, my hands clinging to his neck as he kisses me passionately, and I see out of the corner of my eye how Kace puts the partition in the limousine that separates us from the driver in place.
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‎I pull away from Oliver's lips, with a radiant smile on my face.
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‎—My wife, ours — Oliver whispers against my lips, fascinated — My last name is finally in your name, doll, officially.
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‎—Madison Blackwolf — I whispered against his lips — I think that sounds good.
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‎—That sounds fu***ng great.
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‎I laugh when Oliver tries to slip his hands under the dress, but the thousands of layers of it prevent him, so laughing his brothers join in the task and finally manage to lift the layers so that Oliver can put his hands in and grip my buttocks tightly.
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‎—We should get out of here so we can f**k you — Connor grunts as Kace slides the straps of my dress and exposes my breasts to his brother. The blond boy quickly directs his mouth to my breasts while his hand begins to move towards a specific place on my body that gets wet under his touch.
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‎—No, I... I want to be at the party — I whimper as Oliver starts rubbing his fingers over my cl****is, still through my clothes — At least for a while, please.
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‎—I don't know if we can, doll, every time I see you in that dress I just want to take it off — Kace grunts at the sight of my body writhing on his brother's hand — You're the prettiest bride I've ever seen.
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‎—I thought they'd f**k me with the dress on first — I moan as Oliver increases his movements on my cl****is, I implore him with my eyes to put his hand inside my underwear and touch me skin to skin, but he just smiles mockingly before taking my other breast to his mouth.
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‎“Is that what you want, blondie? You want us to f**k you in your wedding dress?” the brunette asks.
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‎—Yes please.
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‎Oliver abruptly stops touching me in my center and I moan pitifully, trying to get him to touch me again, but he only takes his hands under my dress, places one hand on my hip and makes my lips clean my juices from the other, then he takes care of putting the straps of the dress on correctly, covering my breasts.
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‎—Oliver... — I moan, writhing on top of him, hoping he'll put his hands back in and give me my or**sm, but all I get is him wrapping his hand around my neck.
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‎They can't seem to stop, as if their hands were the necklace my neck always needs.
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‎—You won't come until we leave the room and go straight to our honeymoon — the blond man tells me — Until then, there are no or**sms for you.
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‎—But...
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‎—If you want or**sms, we'll leave the party quickly, blondie — Kace orders.
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‎I pout as I complain, but nothing gives me the longed-for release I seek. We arrive at the lounge and they help me out of the limousine. My panties feel uncomfortable when they're ruined by my fluids.
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‎Connor stops me from entering the living room and whispers a few words in my ear.
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‎—Don't touch yourself, blondie — his voice is dark and commanding — If you touch yourself, I'll find out and I'll get angry, and you know what happens to you when I get angry.
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‎I swallow hard as I nod at his words; when he gets angry, he leaves me unable to walk, just like last time. Although it was as pleasurable as it was painful.
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‎We entered the hall where the cheers of our guests overwhelmed me. I danced my first married dance with my husbands, taking turns with each of them for a few minutes. Then I danced with my brother, who kept showering me with praise.
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‎Trevor also dances with me despite his nephews' protests, and then I have a little dance with little Cameron, who just babbles and smiles at me, at least until Connor takes him from my arms and hands him to Celine with a frown.
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‎“Hey!” I complain.
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‎“That man was drooling over my wife,” he grunts, pressing me against his body.
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‎“It's a baby!” I complain again. “You can't be jealous of a baby!”
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‎—Of course I can, look at me — he points to himself.
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‎I can't get enough annoyed, I laugh while dancing with him again, then I'm led to the photo shoot which is perfect. Everything is perfect.
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‎Antonella comes to my side and hugs me for what I think is ten minutes straight, telling me how happy she is that I'm officially part of the pack, how much she loves me, and that I'll always have a mother with me whenever I need her, which makes me cry a little more.
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‎I cling to Antonella as if she were my mother, as if she were Melissa whom I am hugging on my wedding day, and the mother wolf doesn't object and allows me to do it, she allows me this moment of weakness where I wish I had my mother with me.
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‎Then Yulia comes over and hugs me while holding my brother's hand, who just smiles as he watches his girlfriend wrap me in her arms with emotion.
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‎I return to my husbands' side and the Italian mafias approach to congratulate us, then Yulia's brothers who lead the Bratva do so and finally Francisco does so with his young son.
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‎I squeal with joy when I throw the bouquet of flowers and Yulia catches it, Alek smiles amusedly when his girlfriend runs to throw herself into his arms, and I laugh when the Ivanov brothers turn pale upon seeing that it was their sister who caught the bouquet.
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‎—I think it would be a good time for us to leave — Kace whispers in my ear and I nod.
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‎The guests will stay at the party as long as necessary, I'm not too interested, I laugh as I follow my men to the limousine that awaits us and we begin our journey towards our honeymoon.
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‎We're on the plane on our way to our honeymoon destination. They wouldn't tell me where we're going, but at least before coming to the airport they let me buy some food before boarding the private plane. They also took it upon themselves to f**k me in every position they could think of in the airplane room, fulfilling my fantasy of being f**ked in my wedding dress.
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‎I just came out of the tiny bathroom in the airplane room where I took a quick shower. I needed it, not only to cleanse my body of all traces of sweat and fluids, but also to remove the mess of makeup left on my face, as well as wash my hair to remove all traces of hairspray.
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‎I'm grateful that there are some of my clothes in the airplane room, so I finish putting on some black jeans, boots, and a long-sleeved red shirt, which I pair with a heavy white coat, since it's too cold.
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‎We landed a couple of hours ago, but the Blackwolf guys let me finish getting ready before I got off the plane. They've already showered and are waiting for me at the gates; they've gone outside to smoke a joint.
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‎I walk to the airplane doors and what rises up around me leaves me speechless. There's snow. It's snowing.
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‎“Where are we supposed to be?” I say with a smile as I go downstairs and take Connor's hand.
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‎—We are in Russia.
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‎My mouth drops open as I spin around, even though all I see are the airport facilities and the snowflakes falling on us.
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‎—Russia? — I questioned with a smile.
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‎—You said you always wanted to go back to Russia, that the last time you did it you were a child and you don't remember — Oliver says — So we've brought you here, doll.
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‎—We'll stay for a couple of weeks, then we'll go to Italy for another couple — Kace says — Frank will take care of everything with the help of Mom and Trevor, so you have nothing to worry about.
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‎—And I hope you don't mind being our translator here. We'll manage with the language in Italy thanks to Mom always making us learn Italian, but here we need your help — Connor says, smiling.
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‎I squeal with joy as we climb into the van and begin to see the streets of Russia as we head towards the hotel; the sight of Russian winters only makes me smile.
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‎Because this is the beginning of my life alongside my husbands. The men in my life. It's not a fairy tale ending, because there will always be problems lurking around us; we're involved in organized crime after all. But we'll solve them together, like the family we are, like a pack of wolves, because now they have me, the missing ace of hearts in their perfect imperial flower.
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‎They have me and I have them. The Blackwolf brothers, my husbands. And I couldn't have wished for a better future.
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‎THE END
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