Dark Possessive Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

"It's a good thing you're going to find out today, right?" ‎ ‎The door opened and I was immediately pushed inside the office. My gaze skidded over coquette styled book shelves, pink fluffy rug beneath classic chairs arranged at the side and a well decorated office table at the center of it all. ‎ ‎As my gaze landed on her, I shifted my cane to the other hand. This time, I was uncomfortable. "If you all react like that to my question, I'll be forced to believe that this is a cult." ‎‎She glanced through the pages of a book she picked from one of the shelves. "Won't that be a lot better?"

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”

Orella emphasized, who also wasn't going to mince words with the man. It was so obvious that Dante's oppressive aura made Orella step back. She was again surprised by Dante, who grinned as he prepared to finish off the enemy in front of him. "Interesting. I want to see how far you can make me suffer and die," Dante said in a cold and pressing tone. She was about to back away again when Dante brought his face closer. However, for some reason, her body felt stiff, and she felt the man's oppressive aura. Dante grinned again and stuck out his hand. However, Orella, who had managed to control her body, brushed off Dante's hand and showed that she was not a weak woman.

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.