Kneel To The Kings (reverse harem)

Ares and Carter are two mafia kings feared and respected by all, but at night they fall on their knees only for one girl.

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Ares stepped forward, eyes glittering with dark amusement. "Let's make one thing clear. We give, you take. You never give. If you do, we reject it. You submit, and we dominate. We're in control--always have been, always will be. When we speak, you say, 'Yes, sirs.' That's all."

He paused, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "Now, get on your knees for us, Little one."

I open my mouth to say something, to push back, to fight like I always do. But nothing comes out. My pride coils in my throat, and then I shock the hell out of myself. I drop. Right there in front of them, knees hitting the floor with a sharp thud that echoes in the charged silence. I, Regina Daniels--the girl who bows to no one--am on my knees. For them.

It feels foreign. Wrong. Thrilling.

But as I kneel, I make a silent vow.
This is temporary. A moment I'll let them believe they've won. Because one day, they'll be the ones kneeling. For me.

Carter moves first, his voice is a sinful murmur, thick with that dangerous French lilt. "Bonne fille."

I shiver.

"Now spread your legs for me. Wide, baby. Let daddy see just how much you want him."

My head snaps up, heart hammering. My mind screams to run. But my thighs begin to part.

What the hell am I getting myself into?
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