Captive Of My Mafia Crush Novels & Stories

"Look at me, Miss! I am Sofia! Let's go home!" In a pitiful realization, Eve smiled mockingly. "Why do I keep getting dreams that seem real, God? Am I destined to go mad?" "Oh my, Miss Eve!" Sofia was forced to slap Eve's face. "Wake up, ma'am! I am Sofia! You're not dreaming! Let's go home!" This time, Eve's eyes glazed over. The light rays from the glass window illuminated her pale face with blackened eyelids. Gosh, how many days had the girl been held captive?

“You know I’m your best shot, Laura. You’d fuck through the whole of New York before you’d raise one percent of that money, and you know it.” “I don’t care,” she cussed. “Then you better start caring because no one would fucking touch you anymore, Laura. You’re mine.” I wrapped my hands around her waist and forced hers close to mine. “Mine alone,” I growled. Her heartbeat increased, and she struggled to breathe. “You don’t get to decide that.” “I do when I own all the clubs you’d ever have access to.” “What?” She shuddered. “Admit it. You’re shaking for me. Bet you’re also fucking wet for me.”

All I want to do is kill this person right now. “ Do not hurt her! Don’t ever think of laying your fingers to her!” growling, I snapped. My mind is running with too much thought right now and they are all scary thoughts. I have been in a mafia for so long that I know how brutal and violent humans are. Humans are more monstrous, a creature of hell. “ Marry me,”the other line said and I stilled in my feet. “ Megan?! Fuck!” I shouted at her. She is dumbed in pretending to be someone and then dropping the bomb of her identity.

"Okay, can I take it as a nightmare? I'm going to get married to a mafia. It better be a nightmare. Dada always said that my alliance was fixed with someone. That was why I wasn't allowed to meet guys. He didn't want me to have feelings for anyone and it could hurt me later. I had expectations. A fucking expectation. I waited for an unknown person with so many expectations who turned out to be a mafia. Can he ever be the one I'm dreaming for? I know how the underworld works. I know how dada deals with people. How can I even expect that person to be a gentleman, a person who will respect me for who I am, who'll deserve me. Yes, he fucking has to deserve me. I am not among those girls who beli

Estevan quickly carried her like a bride and ran her to the car. "Should we make a baby too?" Gabe whispered to Larisa. "Why not?" Larisa said seductively before kissing Gabe again. "You really know how to captivate me," Gabe uttered before pulling her closer to him. That is the story of how Larisa Castellan captivated the Mafia Boss. Sometimes, what we planned is not happening. But what we didn't plan is what's happening. And sometimes, we just have to go with what our fate is before the best things happen. The end

Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brou

“Infact, he's hired more strippers and I heard he'll be opening a new Voyeur for them in the outskirts of town” My fists clenched at the sound of Giovanni's name. Candy noticed and peered at me. “Did something happen between the two of you?” She asked softly. I nodded and walked briskly to the tattered sofa, the rest of the girls whom I'm guessing were the new girls Desiree talked about were all out of the room, leaving just the four of us. “What did he do?” Desiree asked, sitting beside me. Candy and Jasmine followed suit. I palmed my cheeks and inhaled deeply. “The last client he forced me to rob inorder to get money from him for my dad's surgery happened to be the most ruthless Mafia lord

She strapped the cock back on and fucked me slowly on the floor while the family watched, claiming me as her personal trophy in front of everyone. I came hard around the strap-on, moaning her name as my mind sank deeper into submission. The mafia had bought me. And I was already addicted to being their shared, broken, willing pet.

A New Pet for the Mafia King. I stared at the title. " A pet." Something owned. Controlled. I had laughed when I first picked it up at the library. Thought it was just another dark Mafia fantasy. But now? Now, it felt too real. Because I was also a captive to him, And the worst part? I was falling for my captor. For Damien. The door swung open. I gasped, raising my head up to see Damien right there. Dark eyes. Cold. Wild. Warning. Unfriendly.

I wanted to scorn him while preparing for his arranged marriage. He should have known better than to take his anger out on me even though our relationship had been about sex that didn't change the fact that he had had a serious crush on me. It would have been better if he had even confessed his feelings and helped me out of this shit hole, probably we can live happily ever after but I had to laugh scornfully at the thought, I'm already getting comfortable around Sullivan, more importantly since I wouldn't just be a Mafia submissive, but the mafia's pet perhaps when I make him fall for me and give his trust to me, I would plan my escape afterward.