Syndicate of Sins (Toxic Paradise, #2)

by Marie Maravilla

“We’ve spent years setting up all the pieces so we can fuck over our fathers.

love a revenge plot line

“Of course. I plan on editing that bitch and sending it to chicks. Women think that shit’s hot.” His smile fell when all I gave him was a blank look.

ur hot kenji

She appeared to be about five-nine in her heels, with legs that went on for miles, and she was obviously strong. She’d have to be to take down the six-foot bouncer.

“Psh, I’ll fuck the entitled attitude right out of that pussy.”

Men normally lied about their height, but it seemed Caleb was every bit of the six foot three inches his bio claimed.

And as much as it pained me to admit, the man was gorgeous. Sell your soul to the devil gorgeous.

“I will find you, macushla.” His voice carried over the sounds of the city. “And when I do, I will wring that pretty throat of yours.”

he’s gonna do a lot more than just wring her throat 🤭🥵

The Italian Mafia, the Irish Mob, the Russian Bratva, and the Japanese Yakuza all operating in beautiful harmony? Fucking bullshit.

That damn woman had imprinted herself on my psyche. Try as I might, I couldn’t shake the memory of her.

She was gorgeous with her toffee-colored hair framing a heart-shaped face, full lips that were painted blood red, and those eyes like crystalline water. I had only ever seen a few women with…

She was going to be paying for her sins. Excitement simmered in my veins.

“I’m not sure your cock is big enough to choke me, Callahan. It feels a bit…lacking.” Her words were a harsh rasp, but they made me aware of how close our bodies were. Smart-ass bitch.

I love her sass

“My wife, Scarletta Romano, and I are so excited to finally announce our union.”

“Watch your tone, wife. I’ll bend you over this table and teach you a lesson in manners in front of our guests.”

“Dominick, you speak to my wife like that again, and I’ll take it as a personal slight.”

a “my wife” trope 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Maybe instead of making her an enemy, we make her an ally.

“You better have some food in this fucking place because not only did you roofie me and then tie me to a chair, but the worst part? You didn’t let me eat the lobster ravioli.”

“You broke her, brother.” Kenji’s hand slapped my back as he chuckled. “Wait till she hears about how we like to share.”

“I make my own rules, Caleb. Be a good boy and learn that lesson early,” she parroted back.

Niko might be the scariest one to look at out of the bunch, but damn, he was secretly the sweetest.

A direct line to Cain—the merc for hire who was known for the ability to get to anyone.

I wasn’t even a fucking Romano. At least not by blood. My sperm donor had shot his load into my mother while he was married to the devil, Giana Romano.

But something about how excited he was to shove nutrients down my throat, and not his cock, was strangely endearing.

His words were like a prayer on his lips. Yet I was the one on my knees in worship.

Fuck, I wanted a recording of her sounds of pleasure so I could play it whenever I wanted.

Her eyes fluttered open. She was so beautiful when overtaken by lust that I couldn’t hold back.

Have her. That’s what I fucking wanted. I wanted to possess her and be possessed by her.

Whoever invented the IUD deserved a kiss on the mouth. Because I had let a six-five giant of a man—who’d held me still while his brother drugged me—come inside me while he fucked me against a fridge.

“And just so you know, the three of us tell each other everything. Niko says your mouth is like a gift from the devil.”

I respectfully—but firmly—disagreed with anyone who felt being on your knees in front of a man was a position of weakness.

“My. Fucking. Wife.”

She wanted to belong. Wanted to be cared for. Possessiveness thrummed in my veins. She was mine. Ours.

I’d care for her until someone put me in the grave, and then I’d search the underworld to find her.

She was so fucking perfect. So vicious, yet so willing to please.

“We’re doing that shit again,” Scar said, looking positively worn out with pleasure.

He may not have wanted to admit it, but she was his twin flame.

Be a bitch. Eat the ones who want to prey on you.

“So, the rumors are true. The spare heirs have committed treason against their own blood.”

Of course being shot at had made my libido skyrocket rather than plummet.

Gray sweatpants and dickprints were to women what tits were to men.

How had we gone from talking over who’d shot at us to how proficient at sucking cock I was?

The connection we had was electric—too intense to pretend it didn’t exist. And I wasn’t alone in that feeling.

The dark goddess below me held me in a choke hold. There was no way I would survive without her. She was a drug in my veins.

The devil was a woman with glacial eyes that glowed under the dim light. Dangerously persuasive and violently sexual.

“Baby, I’d thank you for death by your hands.” Lust clung to Kenji’s words.

I’d thought love was bullshit, but this woman had all three of us by the fuckin’ balls, and the feelings swirling in my heart no longer felt like lust alone.

“We fucking love you, and we’re going to tell you every fucking day until the devil takes us, and then we’re clawing out of hell and haunting your sexy ass until you join us,”

“How do you feel about a plural marriage? Because I think you would make great brother-husbands.”

We all collapsed in a pile—a hot, sweaty, totally satisfied pile.