Dark Possessive Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY) ***************A****N KINDLE / KINDLE UNLIMITED************************** - IVANOV, RUSSIAN MAFIA -FEARLESS LUNA T H A N K Y O U L A R A S O U L T A K E R

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

Brown eyes looking up at me through long lashes, she grabbed me by the base and parted her lips. "Open that fucking mouth!" I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her hips forward. It was an instant gag, and I didn't pull out. "Isn't this what you want?! Keep your hands by your side, or I'll tie them." It was difficult for her to obey that order because my thrusts into her throat caused gags that shook her to the core. Beautiful. I'm sure after this, she will know better than to seduce a mafia lord. Wet and sloppy sounds filled the room with each thrust, with my grunts and obscene encouragements occasionally drowning out her voice. It was heaven to see the blabbing talker on her knees, he

These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f

I replied coolly, not turning fully toward him. His lips curved. Not a smile—something sharper. “Emma Volkov.” My heart skipped. “You have the advantage.” “Lucas Moretti,” he said. “Though I suspect you already know the name.” The world tilted. Italian mafia. Enemy. Dangerous. I turned to face him, schooling my expression. “Shouldn’t you be inside enjoying the hospitality?” “Oh, I am,” he said softly. “Very much.” Something in his tone sent a chill through me.

“Then why are you leaving when we both hold mutual feelings?-” My brows furrow. “Feelings are easy to shed off with just a little distance, Sasha.” His jaws clench, holding a possessive glint in his grey eyes. “No fucking amount of distance in the world is enough to make you forget about me.” My throat tightened from the possessiveness in his words. “You’re in the freaking mafia, you have blood on your hands.” “It’s just blood, nothing new to the likes of you.” A sense of fear struck me with how nonchalant he spoke about having blood on his hands.

He hunched forward and cupped the mug with both hands as he stared at me. I took a drink as I kept my eyes focused on him. A more beautiful man I’d never seen. He wasn’t just pretty to the eyes, but rugged and masculine like a cowboy. His criminal roots showed in his cold exterior, but no matter how many crimes he committed or lives he took, nothing could stomp out the light in his eyes. There was still a soul in there, a loneliness that was so deep it was impossible to miss. “Who were you talking to?” He drank his coffee, his expression betraying annoyance at my question.

(Alessandro’s POV) The kiss broke the dam, but the flood that followed was not one of peace. It was a torrent of paranoia and fear. My intelligence network, the best in Chicago, brought me whispers that turned my blood to ice. Dante Falcone, the old Don’s psychopathic heir, was not licking his wounds in exile. He was gathering the most violent dregs of his father's organization, fueled by drugs and a burning, obsessive hatred for me. And his primary obsession, the target of his twisted revenge, was Isabella.

"What don't I understand? Believe me I understand everything." "I've come to realize you didn't know...he never mentioned it, did he? Aiden is a Mafia boss. And if you saw him killing someone or people, just know they're people who had tried to harm you." This didn't make me feel better in the least. I felt worse! I married a Mafia boss with enemies waiting for the right moment to kill me. Like what did I ever do to them? Why can't this just right for once In my life? I won't be surprised to discover he killed his own parents because right now, everything is possible.

“Or should I just fix my hands in—?” He didn't give her room to breathe. He slid his fingers beneath the lace, finding the slick of her flesh. Rissa let out a broken, high pitched gasp, her fingers tangling in the bedsheets as he began to rub against her with a predatory rhythm. “A lot of meat...” he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, possessive satisfaction as he watched her undoing. “So much more than Finn deserves. You’re overflowing for me, aren’t you, boo?”