Theirs Forever (Mafia Menage Trilogy #4) Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Menage Trilogy Series by Julia Sykes
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
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Joseph was at my back, and his slick cockhead pressed against my tight bud. Marco held me open for him, stretching my cheeks wide to allow my Master access. I whined against Marco’s tongue at the burn of penetration, panting as Joseph slowly stretched me to my limit.

“You can take us, babygirl,” Marco cooed against my lips. “Let your Master in.”

Joseph barked a curse as his cockhead breached my tight ring of muscles, and some of the burning discomfort eased. I sighed into Marco’s mouth, melting between my men. Then Joseph pressed into me in a slow slide, lighting up forbidden places with sparkling pleasure. A strangled shout tore from my chest, and I clung to Marco as though he was the only thing tethering me to sanity.

“I’ve got you, princess.” He shushed me and kissed my cheeks. “We’ve both got you. Relax.”

Joseph entered me to the hilt and paused. I squirmed between them, struggling to adjust to the double penetration. My movement stimulated them both, drawing sensual groans from my men that made my core tighten.

“Fuck!” Marco’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks, holding me with harsh desperation as he suppressed his release.

Joseph wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling me back onto his cock and pinning me between them. “Take us, angel,” he ground out. “Don’t fight it.”

They began to move, and my lashes fluttered as bliss sang through my veins. I was completely overwhelmed by them, completely theirs in every way.

“That’s it,” Marco praised. “Good girl.”

I shuddered and moaned, losing myself in them. With each thrust, they sent me flying higher, until the world was bright with ecstasy and my body began to tremble. My muscles tensed, coiling tighter with every perfect second of my men inside me. Marco’s cockhead rubbed my g-spot, and my pussy squeezed him tight. He bellowed my name and thrust deep, his hot seed lashing my pussy as my orgasm claimed me.

Heat rippled beneath the surface of my skin, and ecstasy crashed through my body in a relentless wave. I shook and writhed between my men, mindlessly shifting against them as I reached the peak.

Joseph shouted out his own release, finding completion in our perfect union. They both marked me, branding me deep inside.

Marco and Joseph owned me, body and soul.

Chapter Seven

JOSEPH

Marco tugged at the sleeves of his tux and rolled his shoulders, clearly uncomfortable in the formal attire.

“Stop fidgeting.” I chuckled. “We can’t show up at the altar in jeans and t-shirts.”

“There is no altar,” Marco pointed out. “And it’s too hot to wear this.” He tugged at the collar of his shirt.

I grinned. “It’s a perfect day for Ashlyn. Are you really going to complain?”

The sun was shining high over the azure Mediterranean Sea, which would be the backdrop when we said our vows. We’d chosen to have the ceremony on the terrace of the opulent hotel where we’d gotten engaged. The string quartet was already playing, ushering the few guests to their seats. Ashlyn’s mother and stepfather would be in attendance, as well as Kelsey and Jayme. A handful of Ashlyn’s college friends and colleagues had also come to the wedding. They’d chosen to accept us and our unconventional relationship.

My heart swelled at their presence. My angel deserved good friends in her life who supported her choices and accepted her just as she was.

We’d opted for a simple procession without a maid of honor or a best man. There would only be Marco, me, and our beautiful girl.

And her father, who had agreed to walk Ashlyn down the aisle. She’d been so happy that her parents had agreed to attend. A slight pang lanced my heart, but I chose to ignore it.

Of course, my parents couldn’t attend. Not after I’d been exiled. We had a videographer recording the event, so I could share the day with them in some small way.

“Joseph!” My mother’s voice called out to me, and I shook my head sharply. I must be missing them more than I’d realized if I was hearing her say my name.

“Joseph,” she said again, drawing nearer.

I blinked and turned toward the hotel entrance, away from the terrace where I would marry Ashlyn in just a few minutes.

My mother truly was rushing toward me, tears in her pale blue eyes. “I thought we would be too late,” she said thickly, throwing her arms around me. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Mom?” I returned her embrace, bewildered.

My father was right behind her, his dark eyes overbright with his own swell of emotion. “It’s good to see you, son.”

“But…” I swallowed down the lump that’d formed in my throat. “You can’t be here. If anyone finds out, they might use it against you.”

The whole reason we’d been allowed to leave the mafia and move to our new home in Boston was because our relationship was forbidden. Ciro Amato had almost killed us for it only six months ago. My dad was taking a huge risk to his control of the family by showing his face here today.



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