Bred By The Caruso Twins
READING AGE 18+
Valentina whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re two? Like two different men?”Massimo stepped closer with a dark smirk. “Took you long enough, little queen.”Marcello spoke in a low, slow voice. “Every night you screamed for ‘him’… it was us. Switching. Sharing.”Valentina’s eyes widened. “The bruises… the whispers… two different men?”Massimo grabbed her wrist firmly. “One hard, one slow. Both filling you. Both owning you.”Marcello’s fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. “You came harder knowing deep down, didn’t you?”Valentina breathed shakily. “You monsters.”Massimo pressed his chest against her and moved slowly. “Your monsters. Say it.”Marcello brushed his lips against her neck. “Say you want both of us again. Right here. Right now.”Valentina’s thighs clenched. “I want both of you.”Massimo’s dark smirk deepened. “Good girl. Spread for your kings.”**********************************Valentina Ferraro was the invisible outcast until her jealous sister drugged her and delivered her straight to the Caruso twins.Massimo and Marcello, ruthless mafia kings, identical in looks and cruelty. They have watched her for months. Obsessed. Waiting.When scandalous photos explode across Italy, her father disowns her. The twins claim her as payment.Now she is their contract wife in a cliffside villa. One rule: every day she spreads for them until she carries their heir.Massimo takes her hard. Marcello takes her slow. They mark her. Fill her. Own her.But the twins knew she was drugged that first night… and they did not stop.Secrets bleed. Revenge burns. A rival strikes.When the real pregnancy test turns positive, the monsters kneel.From captive to queen, Valentina rises.In Naples’ shadows, she is no longer forgotten.She is bred.She is claimed.She is theirs.
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I stayed in bed for a long time after he left, staring at the ceiling with my body still aching and my p***y throbbing with need. He had teased me so perfectly, brought me right to the edge and then walked away like it was nothing. My c**t felt swollen and sensitive. Every small shift of my thighs made me bite my lip to hold back a……
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