His Temptation: Mafia's Sweet Wife Novels & Stories

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

Gracie said mockingly and they all laughed. "Look over there, Maria." Nina pointed and she did instantly. For a moment, Maria was stunned. "It's Lucia." She said, "Hurry, record a video of her being slutty. You can use that against her, to gain favor from Mr. Roberto." Gracie suggested. "Really?." "Yes, what are you waiting for?." Maria instantly brought out her mobile phone to record a video. Lucia was still at the dancefloor when she felt a bit fuzzy, she decided to stop dancing for a while.

“Why are you not giving up on me? There are far better men beside me. You were arranged to marry a man. Why don’t you marry him.” She attempted to gag. “I would rather die than marry that old man. You know what the rumors around him are?” “I’m not interested to know.” “You should because it concerns my security. They said that he was into drugs. He is a member of a mafia organization. You know what a mafia is, right?” I scoffed. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to marry him.” She stood and stomped her foot. “I don’t want to marry someone like him! I don’t want to marry a criminal.”

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

"Unfortunately you can't have me because I'm someone else's Mistress. You've met my lover before, right? I'm sure you can attest that he's a far better human than you can ever be." "Anything that makes you sleep at night, honey!" Alex smirked at her. He knew she was not being true to herself and even if she was, he doesn't give a damn. "You claim I'm not a good person, yet you are always in my business. I never knew my so-called wife could be that obsessed!"

Ayla, who had fallen on her face, now took care of herself, got up, sat up properly and turned her eyes towards this tyrant. “What are you trying to do, whatever you said, I accepted it, now what else do you want from me?” She strengthened her tone. “No, no, my dear, these cries are a little. These tears are a sign of cowardice, my dear. Don't look at them again. From now on, you are the wife of Mafia Man, a beast who hates tears. I don't want to force you to do that. I don't like it at all. The purpose of bringing you here is something else. I want you to be forced to kneel before me.”

His madness calmed down as he said. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to vanish into the thin air before he could abuse me. Becoming his wife was not a child's play, he wasn't a normal guy who I used to fantasise about in my teenage, he was a fucking everything a bad guy could be. He tried to fool me like he fooled everything by being the kind guy. But I know being in the mafia can make you anything but kind. "So, I ask you to compensate with me,"

After wiping my tears, I ask him, “Why do you want us to play husband and wife?” He answers, calmly, “Being the capo of a mafia family, there is constant pressure to increase my power. So, I have been receiving a proposal from Julia Pentanova’s father, who is a rich and powerful man in the mafia. My brother keeps nagging about how important it is to marry her, but I don’t want to.” His frustration is clear in his voice.

Victoria Morgan couldn't stop herself from replaying the video that Nelson had sent to her earlier that day. Despite her best efforts to resist, she found herself drawn to the forbidden pleasure it evoked—a pleasure that even her husband failed to provide. As she watched the video for the umpteenth time, she couldn't help but envy Mildred. She envied the intensity of Mildred's passion, the reckless abandon with which she gave herself over to desire. And as she watched, a voice inside her whispered, "Why not you?"

“I thought I'd use mine first," "You left me with no choice,” She smiled. “You still need to tell me about the mafia, remember?" "In our world, the wives don't interfere in their husband's affairs,” He said. "So that's why Saige has no right to complain about you cheating on her with me?” She asked, amusement dancing in her eyes as she stared into space. “That’s nice,” She pursed her lips into a thin line and stared back at him. “Too bad I don't want to be like her. I want to the wife that will change the mafia world,"