Irish Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

at him, with a smile on my cheeks. ~ LUCA pov There was something about her. Iris. Even her name sounded beautiful. She brought this feeling of tranquility and had a warm and homely aura to her. She wasn't tall, a brunette, neither was she a blonde haired girl. No, she was petite, curves in the right places with short curly natural hair, which were dyed burgundy. Full lips that were a light shade of pink, which were just on his jaw, beautiful big doe brown eyes, which always shone with happiness. A slim waist that complemented her thick thighs and hips. With a brown caramel skin shade, which shone under the cool lights of the moonlight at the party where we had our first encounter.

Her nails clawed at my wrist, her voice raw with fury. “I knew I couldn’t trust you…” “But you did anyway. Why can’t you keep trusting me?” “I never wanted this marriage.” “But you wanted my protection, my body, didn’t you?” “This wasn’t the deal…” “Fuck the deal, Rosa. You planned to fuck me once and run off to Boston.” A dark chuckle brushed her cheek. “A woman in a male-dominated field. Impressive. But guess what? I have plans of my own, and they don’t stop at fucking you once, or twice, no.”

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my baby likes it wet and sloppy, won’t be good enough without it Ian: it’s wet Dre so wet so hot need more need you Dre: god i just bet its dripping all over the place making a damn mess i know it’s hard to keep going for long but you’re doing so well, baby keep going i wanna see you come all over yourself for me Ian: dre..dre r u Dre: What do you think? Ian: wanna feel u so bad want you to say it say u r too Dre: i’ve got not choice but to jack myself nothing i want more than to feel your body against mine instead of my hand Ian: need u so much my hands not strong enough Dre: i know, my love you need my fingers wrapped around you tight and wet, stroking that cock while i tell you how gorgeo

It was as if he demanded something from me, but I didn’t know what. A feeling I couldn’t shake off consumed me. Except, I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Moya luna. Russian. The voice was speaking Russian. Could it have been Adrian? Except, he hadn’t called me that since that night in the gazebo. It was always pipsqueak and I had outgrown that nickname. The intense stranger watched me, his thick brows drawing over his eyes and something about him kept dragging me into his savage darkness. His dark eyes reminded me of the harshness of Russian winters - merciless and bone chillingly cold.

Eyes that will probably hunt her for the rest of her life after this case. Was it worth the risk, pursuing this friendship? Could she even call it a friendship when the two of them were obviously trying to get into each other's pants again? Having a romantic relationship as an agent is, admittedly, difficult. She had seen romantic relationships fail and gone through a couple of rough ones herself. That was why she had decided on not pursuing one and occasionally getting laid with a stranger. But this stranger had a name and a penchant for twisting her panties in a bunch. Charlie's phone vibrated on the table. With an apologetic look at Maddox, she read the message from Jake.

I am so happy that I forget about my body and kiss him deeply, again and again. We drive to a small restaurant that has traditional Irish food. The table is booked for all of us and I can’t help but smile. I keep Killian’s hands wrapped around mine on the drive and when we get there I look around as everything is decorated with the most beautiful white roses and lilac wildflowers. “You did this for me?”, I ask Killian and he smiles.

They walked to the sushi place in a loose cluster, the sun warm on Jamie’s shoulders. Ava was still buzzing with chaotic energy, Zach hovering near her and Max walking beside Jamie with that easy, confident stride that made everything feel both safe and terrifying. She reached into her bag and pulled out a shiny new romance novel, sighing at the shirtless man on the cover and his eight-pack covered in baby oil. “That’s not a realistic body type,” Zach grumbled, gesturing at the book.

"More two questions, pay attention. About 2978 years ago, the first book written by a Maximillianian citizen, was published. What was the book about? And who was the writer?" "It was a woman who pretended to be a man to be able to publish the book, once the people were narrow-minded and thought a woman should be a subject to be used by the man, and a machine to make children, nothing more than that. Her pen-name was Micheil MacCuinnleis, but her actual name was Màiri Matharnach. And the book was a romance called A Love for Saoirse. It was the story of Duke Brion Breaslain who was betrothed to a random noble lady since birth but fell in love with a peasant girl called Saoirse Lochlainn, who w

"You have something I need: loyalty." I watched him in silence, trying to read the depths of his dark eyes. But Dante was a locked book, and only he held the key. "I accept," I said finally. "A wise choice." Dante spoke first. "To our new partnership. Let me take you to dinner." I expected a Michelin-star restaurant, or one of the high-end clubs the family frequented. Instead, he drove me to a quiet street in Little Italy. "Nonna Isabella's"—a tiny, unassuming restaurant with a narrow storefront and only a few tables.