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

Milo had been with me for the whole of Milan Fashion week. He didn't come for some of the shows because he had been busy. But if he could help it, he attended with me.

Afterwards, he would take me out on a date in an expensive restaurant or for a boat ride with fast food ready for us to eat. Every date he took me out on was better than the last. It felt like he was trying to impress me.

Even when I could tell he was busy, he always had time for me. He made sure he had dinner with me every night, took me back to the hotel penthouse, and left when I has showered and gotten in bed.

In the days when he didn't leave at night, he fell asleep and held me all night while I slept or fucked me into the daylights. Our trip to Milan felt more like a honeymoon than anything else.

"Where are we going today?" Boris asked.

A Mess