Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Novels & Stories

Maybe, here in this house by the sea, they could carve out a different kind of forever. A forever where love was stronger than blood. Where promises meant more than power. Where a mafia king could fall to his knees for the reckless, beautiful girl who taught him to feel again. And stay there, grateful, for the rest of his life. ---

"The number one rule is... You are not allowed to fall in love outside the Mafia World." Grandpa let out a deep sigh. But it is a bit unclear, and I didn't understand. "I don't understand. Is loving someone forbidden?" I asked, confused. "Yes, you're not allowed to fall in love with someone who's not a Mafia. And your Mom violated the number one law," Grandfather replied. I suddenly looked at Daddy. But he looked like a Mafia too - a fierce one at that, when he's angry. "I'm not like you, who forced my Mom to become a Mafia! You're a Devil." Mommy said angrily.

There was something absolutely sinful about doing it in an office, the taste of the forbidden fruit never so delicious… Rose knew he was going to break her, to ruin her, and no other man would ever come close, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment. “Roman,” she choked on his name, as her hand played with her clit… Indeed, out of loneliness and overwhelming desire, Rose was masturbating that afternoon to thoughts of the mafia boss touching her. Rose really shouldn’t. She knew it was wrong… But the pleasure was far too much for her to stop now. There was no denying the temptation her patient represented, but she would rather drink acid than allow it to happen, and thus she allo

It has to be. The room seemed to spin as Reynolds continued. “The crime shows he was part of thesmuggling operation. Not just a part—he’s the head. He has an association. The Black Heart. You might be thinking it’s a cultist group. You’re not entirely wrong. But it’s far more dangerous than that.” My heart thundered so loudly I could hear it in my ears. “Ethan is the son of Moretti Cross,” Reynolds added. “The… dead mafia politician?” I whispered aloud, my body trembling, Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say that. My voice betrayed me before I could stop it.

But who would have thought that I would be pushed into a bigger abyss. I didn’t believe all Josephine said but one thing I sure believed was that someone else was behind this. I’m tempted to surrender. Let it all go but I wasn’t one to give up easily, was I? Then again, what if I step in too deeply into the mafia? The very thing that I’ve told myself to crush at every turn. It’s ironic how it has turned into my supposed safety net. I stared down at my coffee and sighed. I placed the cup down on the table, looking around. I couldn’t go home but I at least had one place I could go to decompress. I quickly changed into something simple, one that would cover me up and make me unrecognizable.

“Your sister is having such a lovely time. Hahahaha!” “Leave her alone!” I cocked my gun and aimed it straight at his head. One squeeze of the trigger and his brains would paint the wall. “Not so fast, Don Luciano,” he replied coldly, pressing his own gun to Isabella’s temple. Shit. I needed to think fast. “What do you want?” I demanded. “Your empire. Denounce it and come work for me. I’ll make you my commander general. There can only be one mafia lord, and it will be me. No competition. Or I kill your sister.”

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

DEAREST GENTLE READERS, Firstly, thank you so much for choosing Luciano’s Forbidden Desire. I need you to know that your choice to embark on this journey with me means so much. And if you're coming from the previous book in the MAFIA RUTHLESS SERIES, which is—THE MAFIA’S WILLING PREY, then I need you to know that you're right on track, because the ride here is just about to become much more intense.

Rafael studies him a long moment, something unreadable passing behind his eyes, and for a second it seems almost like mercy might follow the confession. "Alacrán," Adriano repeats, quiet, testing the shape of the word like it might mean something once he says it aloud. Nothing surfaces. Just a name, unfamiliar, dangerous precisely because it's unfamiliar. "That's not enough," Rafael says finally. "It's all I have! I told you everything I know!" Adriano steps forward instead, pulling the gun from his waistband, and without another word, without hesitation, presses it to Fernandez's temple and fires. The sound is deafening in the enclosed space, blood spraying across the floor, the wall, Rafae

“Next time, baby girl… you won’t push me away. You’ll beg Daddy to finish what he started.” The promise left me throbbing, empty, desperate. He stepped back reluctantly as we heard Madison moving around downstairs, the tension between us thicker than ever. One wrong move and everything could shatter. But the craving only grew stronger, pulling me deeper into this forbidden web. I didn’t know how much longer I could resist. And from the dark hunger in Mason’s eyes, neither could he.