His Temptation: Mafia's Sweet Wife Novels & Stories

"What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do as your wife then?!" "Do whatever you can to make me happy." “I’m not a clown!” I yelled at him. "No, you're not a clown but my wife. It's a responsibility of yours to please me." Then he leaned over to kiss my forehead, slammed the door, and left me in the spacious dark room. *********** I got out of bed and made an effort to investigate the goings-on in this mysterious mansion. I have no idea what the Mafia is involved in, but in my head, they are just as nasty as any other criminal, out to get rich quickly and kill anyone who stands in their way.

he got closer to her ear. "And no one and nothing can stop me from making you mine, neither this world, nor my wife…..not even you, cara mia," Aniya was aghast at his revelation. This man was insanely immoral. His brutality knew no boundaries, let alone having the boundaries of right and wrong. He was a feral sadist. "You are absurd and pathetic," she spat at him. "I feel sorry for your wife that she is committed to a monster like you. You don't deserve to be with anyone, let alone receiving someone's commitments," her words successfully managed to wash away his amusement. His playful aura had now started turning demonically nefarious.

I feel like a hungry animal salivating and hungry for her. She's my wife. Can I do this? Can I own her tonight? I wanna try. I want to own her. I want to feel her naked softness against my body. I want to feel her against mine. I want to taste every inch of her. So damn much! Oh, f-ck! Licking my lips, I completely lifted her camisole. Oh what a seductive body. What a beautiful curves and she's mine. This woman is walking temptation. She's a temptress. My very own temptress.

He motioned him to start the car. Kazimir shook his head. The car revived, and he drove on the gravel road, surrounded by tall trees, "Let's finish it, brother. Then you need to talk to your wife with a calm head, no blackmailing. Her father was a mafia, her brother is a mafia and her husband is the mafia. She may be a doll but you can't keep her away from the darkness inside you," "Remember your words when you'll meet your angel, so kind, innocent, a pure soul" Her face flashed at the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the logic. The world I come from is completely different from yours. After the stipulated three months, what's next? Do you even have the intention of letting me go home? When you were talking about Florence earlier, I saw your face, Luca. You don't have the intention of letting me go anytime soon. Let's stop this senseless game." I smirked in amusement, brushing back a straying hair away from her temple. Her eyes flickered with confusion and defiance, and I could sense the turmoil within her. I leaned down, my lips close to her ear, and whispered in a low, possessive tone, "You got me. I don't intend to let you go. You belong to me, and you are going

Her arms folded, head held high. “Now try to get involved with her and see everything you’ve ever worked hard for go up in flames,” “In the eye of the public you’d be a liar, a cheat, untrustworthy, wicked, for cheating with your wife of three years with her best friend,” “Now who would want to invest in such a person?!” She snorted, she slowly reached forward and traced imaginary lines on my chest. “Right now, you’re the perfect man. The man who was able to withstand temptation from his wife's best friend for three years. The righteous man. If I were you, I’d take it! It’s time for you to count your losses and be my husband!”

I let my voice tremble and made myself appear submissive to him—which seemed to work perfectly. “And what would I gain… by being your wife?” I asked. His reaction was immediate. He straightened slowly, surprised. A sly, excited smile spread across his face. “Everything,” he replied. “If you truly like the mafia, you’d be its princess. Power. Respect. No one would ever touch you without my permission. You’d be untouchable.” He stepped closer. “There’s only one requirement.” My heart began to pound violently. “What is it?” I whispered.

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

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

She smirks. “Mmm, yes, please,” I groan. I am sure this is the best way to make me forget. My wife really was amazing! I am sure many men would have been slapped or screamed at if they did half of what I did last night. “I can show you how a lap dance is supposed to be,” She purrs. “Fuck, yes, please,” I moan, kissing her roughly. God, I loved this woman more than anything in this world. I couldn’t believe that she was all mine for the rest of our lives.