Dark Mafia Romance Books With Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

she gasped, her head hitting the wardrobe as I drove faster into her. I didn't stop. I was silent, my nails digging into her skin, my movements rhythmic, fast, hard strokes. Nothing else mattered in that moment—just her, just the hot woman who had plagued my mind for weeks unending now. She arched her back, spreading her legs even further apart, her hips moving backward to meet my strokes halfway. At the end, I buried my face in her neck, my entire body shaking as I let out a strangled grunt. As she pulled away, the rosary cut from her hand, the beads pooling on the floor next to her discarded lingerie.

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Damien "Oh…… yeah! Fuck," I groaned and almost cum inside her but I immediately withdrew and pushed her away. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears. Ignoring her endless sobs, I pick up my phone that has been ringing endless on the side table. **The Shadow Cartel** our mafia group name flashing as the caller ID, gaining my attention. The Shadow Cartel was the largest and first mafia group to have ever existed in the whole world before *The Nightfall Legion* which was Alexander's own came into existence.

His face was so close to the scrap of material i called underwear that i could feel his hot breath against my pussy. “I am aware.” He said gruffly. “You tried to kill me last night.” craning his head back he met my eyes and didn't look away. There was something mesmerising about his eyes. Like if I let myself I would fall into them and never ever reach the bottom. I didn't know what it was about Dante Ritches or why he affected me the way he did but it was dangerous. He was dangerous. His firm fingers flexed into my flesh and I came back to reality with a bump. “Yes.” I said softly.

Smoke curled from its nostrils in one exhale. “What the… fuck…” “It’s a dragon.” Unbidden memories slammed into Damaris's head—the war centuries ago, how he got caught in dragon flames, barely surviving the burns, the struggle and pains that scarred him for the rest of his life. Those scars still lay hidden beneath his thick clothing, scars he never showed to anyone, not even the wife he had married to maintain his status. During intimacy, he always took her from behind so she wouldn’t see them. Even his children knew nothing about the scars.

I ripped off his shirt and my suspicions became true. He had the insignia of the Russian Mafia which means the attempted rape was planned. I walked towards the whisky cabinet content to let Lorenzo handle it but when he became cockier I got tired. With a glass of whisky in my hand,I moved towards the duo. Right in front of them,I gulped it down. It trailed down my lips and disappeared in the middle of my breasts. I could see Lorenzo's eyes follow them down the trail they made before he visibly gulped. "Who sent you", Lorenzo asked in that deep voice of his that sent vibrations and shivers all over my body.

I rocked again, a slow drag of my hips against his cock, wet heat soaking the center of my underwear. He let out a breath,barely. Just enough to crack the edge of control. I leaned forward, hands gripping the edge of the table as I rode him slowly. Every inch of me dragged across him. “Bomb the c… car lot, in Palermo,” I whispered. He shifted up to meet me, the first thrust shallow,controlled. My breath hitched. My body tightened. “Tell the Salazar family…” I gasped as he pushed deeper this time, slow and cruel. My nails scraped across the polished wood, anchoring me. “Their daughter’s engagement is canceled.”

However, I regretted the idea of planning anything along her side a while after I started and she grew pickier than ever. “Well, if you’re going to do something that matches what you did on her wedding, believe me, the other mafia families are going to start calling you to organize their events” Vladimir complimented. I smiled and ran my finger over his jawline, gently scratching his scruff “just be safe for me, and let me know if you need anything; I’ll be sure to provide it” “I know and I’ll never doubt that” I whispered “I love you” “And I love you, my gorgeous malyshka”

*** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered. When she becomes entangled with an Italian Mafia boss named Azrael Sartori, she's pulled into a dangerous game of power, passion, and betrayal. As she gets deeper into Azrael's world, secrets long buried resurface, and Zafira discovers a terrifying truth that her past is tied to an unbelievable and unnatural realm, one that the Mafia boss seems to control. Torn between the dark allure of the Mafia and the dark forces that threaten to consume her, Zafira must navigate a love that is as dangerous as it is intoxicating.

All he kept doing was eating every bit of flesh on the bone from tossing it down the trash can. “See that, Salvatore?” He growled, pointing at the bone he just threw. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen to Olivia." He flashed me a taunting smile. “And you’re not going to stop me.” I understood what he meant, and all the veins I had started to throb. My body vibrated with an intense desire to rip his flesh off his bones. I lunged at him, pushing him back roughly against the counter. We crashed into different things spread out, and while Rosa kept screaming, I kicked Damien hard.