Page 38 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

A couple of flicks and I shoot it off to my guys, hoping they are alone. How I could forget the one I snapped two years ago in London is beyond me. Or was it Paris? All the nights of their passionate lovemaking have blurred together except that night. I remember the night they marked me as theirs.

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m hoping for a little fun tonight. I smile as I hit send, knowing all of them will be hitting reply within three seconds.

My phone goes off like rockets on the Fourth of July.

“Repeat. Tonight.”

That is Daemon. So direct as usual. He’s opened up more and there are times when if he gets going on a topic he loves, it’s hard for him to stop. I love it. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Erik pops up next. “Our dirty girl wants to get naughty.” Followed by an eggplant and lips.

Warren. My sweet, broody man is always last to answer. “Take your panties off before you walk into the house. Our little lady is with Brooklyn for the night so let’s use our time wisely. Don’t keep us waiting.”

“See you at home in ten, my loves.”

I finished my bachelor’s in computer science and I’m currently working with Thurston and Black while working toward my Ph. D.

The elevator dings and I step directly into our living room to the delicious smell of Daemon’s favorite chili and cornbread. My stomach rumbles.

“Hi, handsome, is that for me?” I find Daemon where I thought I would—in the kitchen holding out a wine glass knowing he would be my first stop.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“You never cease to amaze me.”

“And we hope we never do.”

Warren and Erik join us and all three surround me much like that first night in the quiet room of their manor. But this time I’m not hiding who I am or what I want.

“Let’s make another baby tonight.” I pull at the string holding my cranberry wraparound dress on and let it fall to the floor.

All three prowl closer and I’m shared until all three have tasted the wine on my tongue. “Sounds like a plan,” Warren rumbles in my ear.

“But the baby making will have to wait until you have enjoyed a nice, warm meal.” Daemon drags a stool over and pulls me onto his lap.

Erik takes another beside us and together they alternate between feeding me food and delicious wine. “After, we will ravish you until you can’t take any more of us.”

“That will never happen.”

I can’t believe I’ve found a home with the last people on this Earth I thought would ever fall in love with me. I’m no longer the mousy girl in the back of the room afraid to show her fears as much as her desires. I’m stronger than that now. And I’ll make sure our babies are too.

I didn’t set out to fall for my professors but they’ve proven love comes in so many forms and none of us has any control over what our hearts want, as filthy as it may seem.

Her Filthy Mafia Men

They say I'm theirs. That they own me and I'm powerless to escape. And to prove their point, the ruthless mafia men steal me away.

As of three hours ago I learn I'm indebted to the tune of ten million dollars to the Chicago mafia underground because my deceased father couldn't keep his thirst for power and money in check.

But before he died, he left me with a gift. An arranged marriage to the mafia men he owes.

Lucky me.

I'm barely scraping by as it is so I have two choices: play nice with the beautiful, deadly mafia bosses and pay my father's debt… or marry them.

This is no fairy-tale story and I'm no wanna-be Cinderella. They've made it clear they'll take my body as payment and warn me not to run because they own every inch of me for as long as they wish.

Once they put their hands on me I'm afraid I'll like what they do to me. Question is, can I be the queen they want me to be?

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