Dark Possessive Mafia Romance Books の小説・ストーリー

She's gracious and kind, and even though she's cunning and witty, she shouldn't be part of the world where he is. The mafia world is not the world for her. Furrowing his brow, George finally found his voice, his tone heavy with concern. "Liam, I... I don't know what to say. Yes, I think... I think I am in love with her." He leaned back, feeling conflicted by the emotion inside him. He couldn't bear to see her be part of the world where he is, but he also doesn't want to be part of her. "But I'm worried, Liam. Worried that she'll get caught up in this... this dirty world that I'm a part of. I can't bear the thought of her being tainted by it all."

"Your reckless ambition blinds you to the realities of this world. Talent alone is not enough to carve out a place in this cutthroat landscape. Do you really think it is easy to build and handle an information center? With our capabilities and arrogance, you are not worthy of keeping information." Each syllable dripped with condemnation as Scorpio tore into the mafia boss's facade of confidence. She really wanted to crash him to death, but it would be against her principle. No matter what this foolish man did, it did not threaten her life. Thus, she needed not to kill him. "Your arrogance is a facade, a flimsy shield against the harsh realities of our world," she admonished. "You may hold sw

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So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

“You’re almost there. Then I’ll give you what you want. Can you already feel me inside? I can. I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee anything once I fight the tight clasp of your asshole around my cock. You make me fucking crazy.” I jolt in surprise at his admission. He’s always been either completely indifferent around me or using my body to get his own pleasure. The idea that someone like me could drive this man, this monster, to distraction leaves me full of pride. This must be how Stockholm syndrome starts. But it can’t be; I’m not unreasonably convinced he’s a good, perfect man. Nicolo is nothing more than a monster. I guess I’m just the type of girl who needs a monster to make h

Not the way I’d need him to. He’ll give me children and lock me into the Cosa Nostra until death. Then he’ll take mistresses while I rot in silence. That’s how the mafia is—brutal, unfair, unrelenting. The chill bites through my thin sweater and old shorts, slippers slapping against the cracked sidewalk as I move. My hands shake so hard I nearly drop my phone, but I manage to unlock it and dial. Ruby picks up on the third ring, voice groggy. “Hello?”

He asked me quietly and I nodded. What I really wanted was for him to tear open my dress and take me up against the wall but no. I was better than my husband. At least I thought. “Get away from me Moretti” “Cassian” what? “Call me Cassian” he repeated. “How about I call you nothing!” I said angrily before turning around and walking back to my room. He didn’t follow but I could feel his eyes on me. I need to leave here before I give in to the desires in my head again. Cassian freaking Moretti was a danger to my body.

He never realized the only reason he was able to put that sick bastard behind bars was because I made it happen. From the moment I joined Boris’ rússkaya máfiya group, I had set my eyes on taking over. I knew I could manage every aspect of our organized crime better and make it more profitable. Boris raged too much, made too many mistakes that cost lives unnecessarily and he managed it with personal emotions. If you happened to cross his path on a bad day, he’d kill you without any reason. That wasn’t a way to run our operation or any of our businesses successfully. So, I learned every aspect of our organization and slowly took more and more control of our illegal businesses and all the cont

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books