Dark Possessive Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Trapped Forever- A twisted Happily Ever After. Hope you enjoy reading!!

Sitting on the bed in front of me he placed his palm on my cheek making me flinch in fear. Damon: Now you're a wife of a billionaire mafia king. See where you are now wifey. This house. This man everything is yours. Your a queen Luciana. My queen Luciana Knight. I shook my head and backed away from him. He was clearly mad at my resistance but I can't do this. What he's even thinking I can never even think of spending my life with a man who is mentally retarded, who is this possessive. He is no better than my father.

But when their love conquers even the mafia's darkest desire of revenge. Things start taking a different path. Both Eliana and Vladimir Romanov would be forced into a war like no other. It is one of power, strength, and money. And remember, the Mafia's world only has one rule "there is no rule to follow when it comes to power" Would they be able to do what it takes? Will their love strive to survive through it all? Or would both crumble under it?

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. . ______ Hope you're all ready for what's about to unfold. Thankyou for choosing my book to read. Please comment and leave your first impression and I'll say hello to all my lovely readers.... <3 A. Gupta

But the again, I never knew the standards of the bastard. “Yes, and most of the conversation would be including ideas, which you want to be yours” I said raising an eyebrow. Lorenzo frowned at my change of attitude, but toning my mood down, I sat on the chair and glared at him “the hotels, especially the Romanov line, would not be associated with any of your businesses. I do not have them as mafia safe grounds, but they do run by their own rules and security” “But them being safe grounds would give you a better income”

The man threw her body roughly onto the bed. "What's wrong with you?" asked Orella as she repositioned herself to sit on the bed. "You're working with Mario, aren't you?" replied Dante with a pressing question as he pushed Orella's body backward. Orella was transfixed when she heard the answer from the man who was currently pressing against her body. She stared at Dante, who was staring sharply at her as he suppressed a treacherous enemy. "What's your business? Whether I cooperate with Mario or not is up to me. All that matters is that I get to break you and get my comeuppance for killing my brother," Orella replied as she continued to stare at Dante.

His eyes followed my movement and darkened as a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. Who was this man? He seemed familiar. Important. Now I wished my brothers had remained behind so I could ask them. The man was tall. Taller than most men, including my brothers. Dressed in all black and a gray coat that reached to his knees. He looked elegant. Dark. Dangerous. Familiar. The feeling of familiarity pulled on my consciousness. The voice in my head. Stay alive, Tatiana. For me. Stay alive, moya luna. It called to me - calling me his moon. His eyes were intense, even from this distance. There was something uncomfortable in his dark gaze - borderline aching. It was as if he demanded something fro

I sat to his right, my black dress revealing a bit of my cleavage, trying to look like I belonged in the mafia world, but I knew too well it wasn’t for me. The restaurant’s back room was dimly lit, candles flickering on heavy silver candelabras, and plates of risotto and osso buco arrived in perfect timing. Then the door opened. A man stepped in — tall but not as tall as Giovanni, leaner, dressed in charcoal grey with a blood-red pocket square. He carried his hair slicked back, had sharp cheekbones, and wore a smile that looked practised and dangerous. The room went still for half a second.

Author's Notes: Thank you for supporting my work and making it this far. I really hope you loved and enjoyed the stories in this book. This next sequel of compilations contains a plethora of raw, hot sizzling erotic romance/mafia stories that will keep you on the edge of your SEAT. It's not advisable for underage. And if you are not into reading erotica, do not continue, or else you'd be stuck into this new captivating world. It's going to be very much interesting and I hope you would love it.

I muttered, standing so fast my sarong fluttered around my legs. He chuckled, low and familiar. “That’s a hell of a greeting for the man who once had you sneaking out just to see him.” I stiffened, my pulse spiking. God, he looked even sharper now, sun-kissed skin, tattoos I didn’t remember inked along his arm, a tailored shirt open just enough to tease. Mafia royalty. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. He spread his arms, shameless. “Same thing as you, darling. Swimming with the sharks. You didn’t think I’d always be on the outside looking in, did you?”