Erotic Mafia Books Novels & Stories

Seeing she was interested, Antonio told her some of the intimate things the woman in submission could be forced to do. Then he said wistfully. "All the husbands claim there's no arousal like the one you get from watching your own wife in an erotic feminine confrontation with another woman." Smiling hopefully, he said. "It's very secretive, intimate and private. No outsiders are ever allowed. It's just what it's meant to be—a little intimate secret erotic club. "Honey... ," Molly said, smiling up into his handsome face. "I have a little secret to confide to you also," She giggled, "it's kind of embarrassing."

—I knew this was it. Our forever. THE END! Here is the list of my masterpieces; ~ The Mafia’s Plaything: His To Ruin. ~ Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee. ~ Bound By His Rules: MM Steamy Compilation. ~ The Omega’s Revenge Harem: A Dark MMMM Erotica Tale. (Available only on GOODNOVEL.)

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.

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

This whole act is just repulsive because he does nothing for my libido unlike someone else. I felt something drop in my panties just at the thought of him. It’s definitely not weird that I wasn’t turned on until I thought of him. And as much as I didn’t like it. If it was going to help me get through this then I might as well imagine Stefano as him. Even though the way Stefano fucks was nothing like Moretti's. “I am not in the mood” he pushed my hands away. “Because it is me? Or because I don't look like one of your whores” I snapped.

I could do nothing but surrender to the pleasure they offered, my body moving in sync with Luca's, my moans filling the room as he drove me to the brink once more. As my third orgasm of the night washed over me, Luca joined me, his body shuddering as he filled me with his essence. We collapsed in a heap of sweaty, satisfied flesh, our hearts pounding and our breaths ragged. I lay there, my body sang with pleasure, as the brothers held me close, their hands caressing my skin in a tender afterglow. I had been claimed, marked by three ruthless mafia brothers, and in that moment, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

"That's the biggest lie I've heard all year." I didn't argue. I couldn't. Because I still remember how she tasted. How her voice cracked when I requested she yell my name. How her body succumbed to me when her mind tried to resist. Unlike the others. And I knew it when she stepped into Suzanne's Bar-tight black pants, hair messy in a bun, drinking whiskey as if she were choking pain I'd never see. I don't question her; she doesn't answer. But her eyes. her eyes begged me to take control. And I did. And she ran. She left before dawn, not even looking back, and I allowed her to run because, at that moment, she was a woman in a bar with secrets in her back. But three weeks ago, when I first re

“Very nice and clean today, Eva. Not like the last time when you were lazy. Do you still want me to touch you there?” I groaned assent. It was then he planted a slap on my tender flesh. I stiffened from the shock, but the sting was immediately followed by a wave of hot pleasure. He spanked my vulva again. This time I sighed and opened my legs wider. “You are a wicked girl,” he announced coolly. “You’ve deprived your lover of the pleasure of arousing you. There’s only one way to control your lust. I want you to get a composition book and record all the times you masturbate while thinking of me. Describe every thought and deed in filthy, explicit detail. When we meet again, you’ll stand before

Of course, it’s a problem! Nicolas responded, “It doesn’t matter what rumors are going around. But you haven’t said yes to the marriage proposal, and having us around all the time will reflect poorly on you and your father.” “What sort of 19th-century thinking is that?” I inquired in confusion. “We do not live in an ideal world. Women are overly protected in the mafia because they bear the consequences of our actions,” Nicolas said. I understood what he was saying, despite the fact that I disagree with the idea that women are commodities that should be preserved and guarded.

I smacked my hand in resentment. " Ouch, she's my baby, " Harry said. " Shut the **** up. " I said. We entered through a big iron Gate. We could see bodyguards all around. It was a SevenX club, one of the branches here. Only mafia people are allowed here. Prostitutes, slaves, hotties were just wrapped in just a small piece and were easily available here. It was the one glance of our world. I got out of the car and threw my coat on the back seat of it.