Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Novels & Stories

I gulped. With his fingertips slowly gliding through my exposed thighs, Ghost began speaking, his words rasped. “This isn’t coming from a place of support for something as inhumane as human trafficking, but are you delusional? When you involved yourself into the crime society, did you delude yourself with the idea that the mafia is a bed of roses?” His front pushed into me, his slightly growing bulge rubbing against my thigh. I whimpered at the contact, attempting to wriggle my way out of his grasp. But one push into me and I recoiled, surrendering myself to him.

"The mafia don't work that way." I gulped in nervous before I avoided my eyes on him, but Ezekiel still caught them, locking our gazes to each other. "We don't forgive traitors… They had the chance to avoid temptation and stay loyal, but they chose to shed blood and lies as greed entered." He clenched his jaw again. "Like what all humans are good at doing, all for the sake of money that you're so thirsty with." I furrowed my brows at him before motioning the dead bodies from below and being cleaned off by lycans.

"I am not a weapon for you. Your king is not me. Your nightmare is me. His remaining guys shuddered and retreated. The bottle of my blood rattled between the boss's trembling hands. At last, he realized the truth. It was impossible to purchase the Chimera. It was also uncontrollable. The casino had been destroyed. There were broken tables, bodies moaning on the floor, and a strong blood odor. With my claws still oozing red, my chest heaved. The beast inside of me didn't care that I had gone too far. With his self-assured facade shattered, the mafia boss looked at me. His hand trembled as though he was having trouble holding onto the vial. With their rifles forgotten, his soldiers, or what re

If, in her quest for power, she hadn’t just handed over the last shred of her soul. The days turned into weeks, and Aurora’s life grew increasingly complicated as she danced around the mafia boss’s desires and schemes. She was forced to perform for him, to entertain his guests, and to submit to his every whim—all while keeping up the act of a willing participant

I miss home. I miss my simple life. It was void of a forbidden desire. I wanted a mafia man, not a forbidden one. But I got a twisted one. A married one who doesn't want me. Who treats me like a child. "I am a grown woman, sir. You hear me?!" I heaved a sigh, still walking. I heard voices from afar. I saw some boys laughing at their jokes as they approached. Terror washed me as they got closer. I comported myself, hoping to walk past.

He took a step back and started looking around, as if searching for his man to save him. "Scared? Are you?" I asked to take another step ahead. He swallowed hard. "I am not scared, not at least from you" he tried his best to keep his voice steady. "Then fight with me, Marco" I challenged him "without looking for any help" I took another step forward. "You wanted to be a mafia king. Prove, that you are actually capable of the throne" "I need not to prove anything to you" he stated "Yeah because all you are capable of is keeping a pregnant woman hungry, depriving her of the medicines, punishing an innocent soul just to fulfill your sick desires!"

Fucking her would mean I need to have her forever. It’s funny, isn’t it? The big bad mafia lord fawning over a piece of pussy. And the pussy also belongs to the one person that I should hate. The people that I have been trained to hate all my life. But isn’t that the most exciting thing in the world? Forbidden fruits have never tasted any better. Eve knew that when she fucking ate the apple. I dragged my eyes back to her body, her eyes were on me, fixed on my cock, the hunger blatant in her eyes. Does she know that I know who she is?

Adrian Romano was the definition of everything I should have been avoiding. He’d kidnapped me… Was holding me hostage. Framing me for a murder I didn’t fucking commit. Blackmailing me if I didn’t cooperate with him. And the icing on the fucking cake… Was that he was the Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia. But I couldn’t deny the way that he made me feel. As he kissed me, I felt fireworks. I felt the sparks I’d been yearning for, for so long. With all of my previous boyfriends…

Nataliya Since taking over the Barsukov Russian mafia, I have gathered enough blood on my hands to paint the entire town in red. It hasn’t stopped me from killing more, washing this city clean of ever follower my father had allied himself with. Most people in this city know to fear me, to never touch me, even if most of them have no idea who I am. Most people have common sense, and those that don’t know to follow like sheep. I am a predator, a hunter, a cold-hearted killer. I have murdered most of my family in cold blood and even though I have cleansed this city of the evil that was ruling it for generations, I still came out as the villain. Men want to either fuck me, control me, or kill me

The night stretched across the city like a thick velvet curtain, hiding sins that thrived under its cover. In the heart of the metropolis, a fortress disguised as a penthouse towered above glittering skylines. Behind tinted glass, Damon sat in silence, a glass of brandy in his hand. The world called him many names—ghost, shadow, devil. But tonight, he wanted only one name to remain etched across every border, whispered in every back alley, spoken in hushed tones inside every boardroom: Damon, the Mafia King.