Erotictales

#Age gap #taboo #Erotica #Smut #love triangle #boyxgirl #BDSM #dominant #possessive #submissive #poortorich #billionaire #mafia

WARNING!!! (THIS BOOK IS A DARK ROMANCE WITH BDSM, SLUT-SHAMING, ROUGH AND PAINFUL SCENES, AND MORALLY AMBIGOUS THEMES THAT MOST REFER TO AS DUBIOUS CONSENT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE THINGS THEN READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Milo was the most dangerous mobster in Russia and I was his slave, his sex toy, and his property. He was one step closer from branding me as his. He killed anyone who got close to me or touched me in any way.
He showered me with luxury and gifts that I would have never afforded myself. I didn’t care that he had many enemies who would use me to get to him. He was everything I could have dreamt of and more. 
The only problem was, I was 19 yrs his junior and I was his son’s ex-girlfriend. I found myself caught between father and son. 
Was blood really thicker than love?
My name is Emilie and this is how Milomir Petrov ruined my life.

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Affair With My Ex's Billionaire Father

Monday couldn't have arrived sooner with the kind of weekend that I had experienced. Being humiliated by Tatiana was bad enough. Being threatened by Ivan because I refused to sleep with him was another thing altogether.

I was smack in the middle of a family drama that I did not want to be a part of. I tried to rake my head for ideas to get out of the situation but I didn't get any.

I was glad I had a job. Otherwise, I would spend the whole day thinking of the situation. After getting dressed, Boris and I headed to the art gallery.

I was ten minutes early to my shift because I wanted to study the paintings before customers started to come in. As soon as I arrived, I realized Grace wasn't eager to greet me.

Every day since I started working the job, she always made sure to greet me by the entrance and ask me how I was doing. That day, she didn't even bother to look at me.

The Other Woman