Falling For The Mafia Novels & Stories

“I know you let men fuck you in the alley behind the club for two hundred bucks a pop. I’ve seen the videos my guys pulled from the security cams.Last Tuesday, some fat accountant bent you over the dumpster, came in under thirty seconds. Wednesday, two college kids took turns in your mouth while you jerked yourself off. You moan like a whore when you’re getting used. So tell me, pretty boy… why the fuck did you turn me down tonight when I could buy you for life?” Nico’s breath hitched. His pupils blew wide. The fight in his eyes flickered into something hotter, shame, yes, but lust too. His cock was already straining against his jeans. “Because you’re a mafia prick who thinks he can own ever

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.

Nothing worked. Then they started hitting me. Every strike hurt like fire. My back, my legs, my ribs—everything ached. I screamed. “Please! Stop!” But they laughed. “They say your fiancé is a mafia boss,” the big man sneered. “And you? So fragile.” Another strike hit me. I couldn’t breathe. My body shook. I curled up, tried to block it, but it kept coming. Every laugh, every hit, made me feel smaller. Finally… I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs gave out. My chest hurt too much. My head spun. And then everything went black.

After going bankrupt, I did the unthinkable to save my gravely ill younger brother, Ricky Ashford. I climbed into the bed of Damien Blackwood, the notorious mafia boss. One night of passion sealed my fate, and I became his kept woman. For three years, we entangled ourselves in gardens, hot springs, and vineyards. We explored every intimate position and lost ourselves in unrelenting desire. Damien possessed a raw, physical stamina that consumed me completely, leaving me utterly wrecked every time. However, for the sake of my brother in the ICU, I chose to endure it.

“Mafia princesses don’t just stroll into another mafia boss’ territory as if nothing.” “You’re saying he’s like us and wants to marry outside the mafia.” “Obviously.” “Well, fuck then.” Brando shrugs. “Maybe you can make a deal with your girlfriend. She might let you marry a mafia princess—” “I don’t have a girlfriend! Why are we even talking about this?” “Because who you fall in love with or don’t fall in love with matters,” Alessandro says. A knock sounds on the door, and I’m grateful for the interruption.

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

The dimly lit booth was as romantic as it possibly could be, with candles lit on the table. The waitress brought us 2 glasses of scotch and we ordered our meals. “I’ll have the classic Alfredo with truffles” Janice spoke. “The lobster please.” I told her. “So listen Janice… I really loved the past few days we’ve had together. And before whatever is going on between us gets any further, there’s something I have to tell you about my line of work.” I told her. “Now I understand if this changes how you feel about me, but I’ll cut the chase. Janice, I am the leader of the Los Grove Cartel.” Looking into her eyes to try and guess what she was thinking.

Oh, my god, I am in way over my head, but it is a rush, a rush that I need, a thrill that I crave. Everything about this man is hot, and he is burning right into my skin. What happens when I fall for a mafia boss. I don't know, but I am sure as hell going to find out. "Fuck Kay," Rob looks me up and down as he greets me, "You are looking hot tonight; I feel I can almost eat you."

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

he exasperated "True" I nodded my head. This guy is a pathetic liar. "So, you're cool with your girlfriend being part of the mafia?" "Yes, we gotta do anything for the cash" he chuckled "And you do know what mafia she belongs to and the leader of it?" I raised an eyebrow.. this dude walked into the lion's den without even realizing it. "umm.. no" he scratched his head confused "Welcome to Scarface" I started speaking dramatically while walking about... "Where the leader is Alonso, the father of the girl who you impregnated and dumped after getting access to her wealth" I stopped and gave him a death stare to see his reaction