Introduction
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Mitt navn er Emilia Rossi, faren min var megler for en rik og beryktet mafiafamilie. Han døde for noen år siden, og jeg bestemte meg for å ta over virksomheten hans. Den eneste forskjellen var at jeg ikke skulle jobbe for bare én familie; jeg vil jobbe for så mange kriminelle familier som mulig. Du lurer kanskje på hva en megler gjør, vel, vi kobler kundene våre med de rette folkene. Hvis de er på utkikk etter våpen, narkotika, diamanter, du nevner det, vi kan skaffe det. Jeg møtte en gruppe menn, de kommer fra forskjellige mafiafamilier, men bestemte seg for å jobbe sammen. Nå kaller de seg D.A.G.G. Det skapte mange problemer med fedrene deres. Navnet står for Dante, Antonio, George og Gio, ja, det er navnene deres, og de er alle utrolig hete, men jeg har en regel. Ingen blanding av forretninger og fornøyelser. Det eneste problemet er at disse gutta ikke har fått memoen min om å ikke blande forretninger med fornøyelser, for herregud kan de gi fornøyelse...
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Vicky Visagie
Chapter 1
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Denne boken er en mørk mafia-romanse, en "reverse harem"-historie (som betyr at jenta i boken vil være i et forhold med mer enn én mann). Det vil være gjentakende modne temaer inkludert eksplisitt seksuelt innhold, BDSM, mannlige dominanter og forskjellige typer fetisjer. Tortur, vold, overgrep, voldtekt, seksuelle overgrep og andre typer vold kan forekomme i denne boken. Dette er din advarsel. Boken inneholder triggere fra start til slutt. Håper du liker historien.
Emilia
Jeg står på alle fire med George som støter inn i fitta mi nedenfra og Gio i rumpa mi, George suger på puppene mine, faen dette føles som himmelen. Det er hender overalt. Antonio og Dante står på hver sin side av meg. De tar turer med å presse pikkene sine inn i munnen min. Det er ikke et hull som ikke er fylt på dette stadiet. Antonio er røff når han knuller munnen min, han går helt til baksiden av halsen min til jeg brekker meg før han trekker seg ut og Dante tar over. Dante er mer forsiktig og liker det når jeg leker med tungen rundt pikken hans. Antonio vil bare knulle munnen min uten noe tull. Når Dante går dypt og får meg til å brekke meg, er det Antonios tur igjen. Jeg kunne føle orgasmen nærme seg og det føles som den beste orgasmen noensinne. Jeg er ikke så sikker på om det er en god idé å ha Antonio eller Dantes pikk i munnen når jeg kommer. Jeg kan bare bite den av. Jeg begynte å stønne rundt Antonios pikk og han stønnet, Dante hvisket i øret mitt hvor flink jente jeg er, men et sted i det fjerne hører jeg Miley Cyrus synge om en wrecking ball.
Er vi ikke alene lenger? Er det noen i huset? Jeg kom nærmere og nærmere min utløsning, Dantes hvisking i øret mitt var det som skulle til for å dytte meg over kanten, gryntingen fra George og Gio gjør det verre, men Miley blir høyere og høyere. Jeg vil åpne øynene for å se på George for å se ansiktet hans når han kommer, men når jeg åpner øynene ser jeg bare hvitt tak og hører Miley synge ‘I came in like a wrecking ball’. Jeg var litt desorientert da jeg innså at Miley sang på radioen som var vekkerklokken min og at det bare var en drøm. ‘Å Gud, hvordan kan jeg ha en drøm som det om mine største kunder, er jeg gal? Men herregud, det var en god drøm. Jeg var fortsatt kåt som faen, jeg rakte ut etter skuffen der BOB lå, men så så jeg på klokken.’ Faen, jeg kommer til å bli sen, det er ikke tid for min batteridrevne kjæreste i dag, BOB. Faen, og mitt første møte er med guttene jeg nettopp drømte om, hvordan i all verden skal jeg klare å ikke tenke på drømmen min mens jeg er opptatt med dem. Jeg må ta på meg rustningen i dag, som var en av mine buksedresser. Ingen sjanse for å komme nær fitta mi med den på. Jeg tok raskt en dusj, satte det lange brune håret mitt i en stram knute og sminket meg. Jeg hadde en teknikk med sminken som fremhevet de grønne øynene mine enda mer, det distraherer de fleste menn fra mine betydelige D-cup pupper.
Jeg er i en mer dominerende mannsverden som megler, men ikke en vanlig megler – en megler for Miamis kriminelle, Mafiaen, kartellene og alle som har råd til mine tjenester. Jeg lærte alt jeg vet fra faren min. Han gikk dessverre bort for noen år siden, og det var bare oss to, moren min døde da jeg fortsatt gikk på skolen. Det eneste problemet med faren min var at han bare jobbet for én mafiagruppe. Hvorfor vil du bare jobbe for én familie når det er så mange som kan bruke din hjelp og så mye penger å tjene? Jeg tok på meg litt av favorittparfymen min, Alien fra Thierry Mugler, og var klar for dagen. Jeg gikk til døren og så tilbake inn i leiligheten min for å forsikre meg om at alt var ryddig og på plass. Jeg bor i en leilighetsbygning i Key Biscayne, når du ser ut av vinduet mitt ser du bare havet, og når du ser ned ser du forskjellige former av svømmebassenger. Jeg elsker leiligheten min, den er stor og alt i leiligheten er hvitt fra sengetøyet til sofaene og spisestuestolene. Kjøkkenet mitt er helt hvitt med marmor. Leiligheten min var min helligdom, mitt lykkested, og jeg tenkte definitivt ikke på å få barn en dag, så hvitt passet meg perfekt. Rossi-navnet vil dø med meg fordi jeg var eneste barn.
Jeg gikk inn i heisen og dro ned til garasjen og satte meg inn i min hvite Porsche Cayenne som jeg kjøpte med min første lønning, kontant. Det var den beste følelsen å kjøpe meg selv en så stor gave kontant. Guttene var ikke så imponert over meg da de så hva jeg kjørte, tilsynelatende er det ikke den tryggeste bilen for det jeg gjør. Hva det betydde vet jeg ikke, men jeg elsker bilen min, og de har ingen innflytelse over meg, så jeg brydde meg ikke om hva de mente. Jeg hjelper dem med deres virksomhet, og det er det. Jeg kjørte til George og Gios hus, som var min favoritt blant guttenes hus. De bodde alle ved siden av hverandre, det var bare George og Gio som bodde sammen, sannsynligvis fordi de var tvillinger. De bodde alle ved vannet, det var en liten gangvei, og du var på brygga der båten deres lå. De bor ikke sammen, men de bestemte seg for å kjøpe en båt sammen. Fordi det var bortkastede penger å ha tre, ifølge dem. Hver til sitt.
Jeg er ikke sikker på dynamikken mellom guttene, jeg har hørt rykter, men jeg er ikke typen som dømmer. Og etter morgendagens drøm kan jeg absolutt ikke dømme. Men kanskje det er på grunn av det jeg har hørt om dem at jeg hadde den drømmen. Tilsynelatende deler de alltid kvinner, hvor de får kvinnene til å dele, vet jeg ikke. Men for å være ærlig kan det ikke være så vanskelig for dem. George og Gio er høye, og du må se to ganger for å skille dem fra hverandre. Begge har svart hår, olivenhud og hasselbrune øyne med de mest velstelte skjegg, og de var bygget som greske guder. Antonia og Dante var også bygget som greske guder, selv om de alle var italienske. Antonia hadde mørkebrunt hår, grønne øyne som mine, og han hadde alltid en femdagersskygge. Dante derimot hadde mørkt langt hår, jeg vil bare kjøre fingrene gjennom håret hans hver gang jeg ser ham, og blå øyne. Jeg ble våt bare av å tenke på dem, men jeg hadde en regel om aldri å blande forretninger og fornøyelser, spesielt ikke i min bransje. Å fantasere om dem måtte være nok for meg. Og det er der BOB kommer inn, jeg fantaserer om dem, og BOB gjør jobben.
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