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Share Me, Daddy: A Dark Irish Mafia Romance by Sara Fields

They’re not just going to share me. They’re going to make me call them both daddy.

Connor Murphy was the perfect husband for a bratva kingpin’s daughter. An Irish mafia boss I could marry to secure an alliance between our families. It was all supposed to be so simple…

But then our wedding was attacked and I ended up on the run with his brother Caden.

Now I’m caught between two men, and I can’t tell which way is what.

Not when Caden takes me over his knee, and definitely not when Connor bends me over and bares my bright red ass with his brother watching before making me come so hard I pass out.

But the most shameful part isn’t them spanking me, or sharing me, or even them making me beg before they claim me both at once, filling me completely while I writhe and scream and climax.

It’s calling them both daddy while they do all of that.

Publisher’s Note: Share Me, Daddy is a stand-alone novel which is the fifth book of the Boston Kings series. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Sara Fields

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99

Length: 70,000 words

Excerpt

“Please,” I begged.

He didn’t listen. Instead, he slowly peeled my panties down my hips, and I wanted nothing more than to hide my face as the gusset stuck to my wet folds.

There would be no hiding my arousal, not like this.

“You’re soaking wet, little girl,” he chided, clicking his tongue scoldingly, and the flush that had graced my cheeks before turned absolutely molten.

My face burned with my shame, and I could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading like wildfire. Every inch of my skin tingled with a crimson hue as I blushed, wishing fervently for a black hole to miraculously appear and swallow me whole just so I could escape the heated looks from both of them.

“I may have not taken down her panties yesterday, brother, but there’s no doubt in my mind she was just as wet,” Caden confirmed, and I wanted nothing more than to cover my face so I could hide. So I did the next best thing. I closed my eyes.

“Naughty girl, you enjoyed your spanking, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t,” I protested, my eyes bursting open as he dragged my panties down the length of my legs. Gently, he lifted one foot and then the other before he took my panties and laid them out on the table. The seat was thoroughly soaked through.

“I don’t know, Connor, I think she’s even wetter than yesterday. I think our naughty little girl likes it when we deal with her together,” Caden murmured.

“Hmmmm. I think you’re right,” Connor answered, his eyes twinkling with mischievously dark delight.

“I’m not wet,” I tried.

“You’re not? Then reach those pretty fingers between your thighs and tell me that again,” Connor instructed, and I swore even the tips of my ears were bright red at this point.

“I’m not going to do that,” I whispered.

“Don’t make me tell you again, little girl,” he warned, and my ass clenched nervously as he appraised me with a knowing look. Knowing that I was in way over my head, I balled my nightshirt at my waist and reached down with my right hand. Time slowed as I made the trek downward, my shame sizzling through me like a hot knife through butter.

“Connor, please,” I tried once more.

“Do I need to spank that soaking wet little pussy too?” he warned, and a quiet cry escaped my lips.