Dark Mafia Romance Books With Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

He tried to stay quiet, but another moan slipped out before he could stop it. “Ahh… fuck… Damien—?” Damien didn’t answer with words. He just groaned against Elias’s hole and pushed his tongue deeper, licking inside him with wet, obscene sounds. One of his big hands was gripping Elias’s ass cheek, spreading him open while he feasted. Elias’s face burned. His hips twitched helplessly. *He’s insane. He has to be a psychopath. Who the fuck wakes someone up by doing this?* But fuck, it felt good. Too good. The wet heat of Damien’s tongue, the way he was licking him like he was starving, had Elias’s cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re reading this part right now, I want to use this medium to thank you for choosing to read this book, it means a lot to me. Your support is very paramount and I’d appreciate it if you drop comments and votes. Giving feedback makes me feel seen and inspires me to write better chapters. Note: I promised to tell the story of Guilia and Vladimir, so here it is. It can be read as a stand-alone. TRIGGERS This book contains imagery that a few readers might find disconcerting. Things like bullying, strong language, explicit scenes (highly consensual) are strongly present in most chapters.

Adrian Romano was the definition of everything I should have been avoiding. He’d kidnapped me… Was holding me hostage. Framing me for a murder I didn’t fucking commit. Blackmailing me if I didn’t cooperate with him. And the icing on the fucking cake… Was that he was the Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. But I couldn’t deny the way that he made me feel. As he kissed me, I felt fireworks. I felt the sparks I’d been yearning for, for so long. With all of my previous boyfriends…

Armani The city lights blurred below me as I took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke burning my lungs in a way that almost felt good. Up here on the rooftop, the cold breeze did nothing to cool the fire in my blood. I replayed the night in my head. The man Enzo sent to test my loyalty. The way his neck had snapped under my hands when he asked too many questions about Drisana. The blood on my shirt. The way I had washed it off downstairs like it was nothing.

‎ ‎Alessio let go of my wrist walked to a bar stand. ‎Poured out two glasses of something amber. He didn't offer me one. ‎ ‎"You stay here," he said. "You'll fix my books. You'll eat. You'll sleep. You'll breathe when I tell you to." ‎ ‎"Or what," I snapped. The fear from before turned into anger. "You'll kill me too." ‎ ‎Alex turned. Slow. He took a sip of his drink. Eyes never leaving me. ‎ ‎"No," he said. A cold smirk playing on his lips. "I'll let Roman have you."

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

Shadow ruthlessly cut off and dragged her faster. Soon they arrived at a building named HOSPITAL. After different turns and walking, Rivera found herself in front of a thirty-year-old man. He was in a white shirt and trousers. Rivera's eyes widened, recognizing him. He was one of the famous doctors in the country, known for fighting for the poor. It turned out that he was also a member of the mafia. Rivera suddenly found everything ridiculous. Life had been feeding her nonsense all this time. “Diagnose her. See if she's a virgin and if she has any sickness. Prepare a prevention pill. She can't get pregnant for at least a year. That's a loss,” Shadow said.

He whisperes beside my ear, making a shudder run through my body. His one hand grabbed my waist and other went on my neck. He softly brushes his fingers on the wounds of my neck where Mia clawed her nails. It's like, he's trying to soothe away the pain. I shouldn't have been in his arms. He's my enemy. He won't hesitate to kill me. He's the most feared mafia man in the world. But here I'm, enjoying his soothing touch while his minty hot breath falling on my face. “Can't you be a little tolerable? Look what Mia did." His voice is soft but hoarse, hot and sexy.

The house remained overnight, slicing through all clefts with blade-edged, hard bone, light above shadow. Samuel Blackwood had his study, a study redolent with the scent of old leather, cigar smoke, and the iron smell, reminding him of things forgotten. Walls lined with shelves of books, book covers remembered long ago, more trophies than books, bearing witness to a string never sagging, never broken.