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

When they do, the entire world goes quiet. Every part of her screams, I do not want this. I will not make this easy. I am not your prize. And every part of me responds to that fire with something primal and dangerous. This could be a setup or a honey trap. Knowing Oleg, it's probably a ploy to earn my trust only to sink a knife between my ribs later. But my first instinct when I look at her isn't suspicion, it's possession and protection. I want her. I want to claim her and make her mine, to take her away from that monster of a father. And that's a problem.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

But Mikhail didn’t look away from her. “You know my name now,” she whispered. He tilted his head. “I knew it the first night you walked in.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “Isabella Moretti,” he said. His voice dropped lower and rougher. “Daughter of Carlo Moretti. The girl who ran from the Rossi wedding. The girl whose father sold her to pay his debts.” She felt the floor tilt under her feet and he stepped even closer. His body blocked the whole doorway now. “You walked into my casino. You took my job. You looked me in the eye when everyone else looked away. And now you saw what I do to people who betray me.”

Rosa’s eyes widened in shock as she watched her mafia ex-husband approach, his gaze still hooded with sleep…and something darker, something wanting. He was dressed casually now—a black polo and beige pants—but even like this, he exuded danger. He stopped beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her close in a possessive embrace. He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her cheek, then his gaze fell on the deep purplish-red mark he’d left there last night. His thumb brushed over it, and a slow, dark satisfaction washed through him.

I kept a straight face, and she sat up straight. “I mean, have you ever thought what a mafia man would be without his drink, drugs, and weed? They go hand in hand, don’t they?” I asked, and she gave a gentle nod. “You have a point, but then how do I bypass the authority?” I scoffed when she asked. “You are speaking to Dante Guerra,” I said, adjusting my tie with a smirk on my face. “So, do we have a deal?” I asked, and she nodded, stretching her hand.

“Dimitri being gone reminded me of the time he went to war in Chicago. The Outfit tried to kill us all at the Black and White Ball by blowing up the hall next door, then kidnapping Dimitri’s mother afterwards. When he came back from that, he wasn’t the same. My husband was still there, though; trapped under all the torture and blood. So I want to warn you that, depending on how all of this goes, Kieran might not be the same when he returns.” Amaranthe’s words are like a shock to her system. She should have expected it, though; she knew that. Kieran was a mafioso, a bad guy with an even worse reputation. Giving Amaranthe a tight smile, she takes a sip of her iced tea. “I sort of figured that

He walked towards me on the bed, his thick footsteps hitting the floor. As soon as I felt his presence near me, I jerked up and wanted to attack him with a pen I found on the bed. He was quick to grab my hand and held it tight. Our eyes met, he was… Dominick Castillo, the same Mafia lord I was sent to steal drugs from last month.

Damien's smirk widened as he watched the realization sink in, his eyes gleaming as he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "How does it feel, Princess?" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Knowing that I've been the one giving you your most desired pleasure all this while? Your brother's arch-nemesis, the heir to the rival mafia group of your precious family's empire, and yet you are always here, begging at my feet to suck my cock and bring you to orgasm with my tongue." His words sent a shiver down my spine, my mind flooded with memories of our secret escapades, each one more exhilarating than the last. I inwardly cursed myself for succumbing to his charms, for l

She had been claimed, branded, but today she was bound by a series of oaths as frigid as the empire they were entering. "Do you, Dysis Salmon, consider Alexander Levi to be your lawfully wedged husband?" Though her hands shook only momentarily, Dysis calmed herself and grabbed the silk of her garment with relentless force. Her breath stitched slightly. She could feel the guests staring at her, each one silently evaluating the moment. "I do," she said, her voice calm and clear. She knew the words were real even though they seemed alien on her tongue. She was not giving Alexander the man her complete yes. She was approving Alexander Levi, the mafia boss. To the authority. Regarding the future.