Italian Playboy Novels & Stories

“She mentioned a ‘mentor’ once. Italian guy helping with med school apps. But Enzo De Luca… his empire’s legendary. Sicilian old blood—Palermo roots, but he modernized. Cyber ops, dark web trafficking, alliances with cartels. He’s got hackers cracking bank vaults, drones for hits. Expanded to New York last year, undercutting everyone. Ruthless—rumors say he castrated a rival for eyeing his sister.” My hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slow and firm, thumb circling the head. “And Sofia’s his ‘partner’? In what way?” Luca bucked into my grip, moaning. “Business, she said. But the way he touched her arm… possessive. Like you with me.” His hands fisted my hair. “Dante, please…” I stood, sp

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about Diablo Romano, king of the Italian mafia. Who knows what his real name even is? He’s probably changed it so many times he’s forgotten. That’s the kind of man he is. He switches names, faces, wives, and lives. You think the Godfather was bad? This guy makes him look like a saint.” “You’re lying,” I say, but my voice sounds smaller than I want it to.

He said with irritation and admiration. "Well then, fuck you, fuck your tattoo. In fact, fuck your haircut". Maria said looking at him with anger. Ashking has always been a playboy like Romeo. But unlike Romeo who is rough on the outside but gentle on the inside, Ashking is quite the opposite. He is rough in every way and he doesn't pay as much as Romeo does. Point of correction, he pays well but since Romeo pays to the extreme, his pay is considered to be on the low side with girls who have been to Romeo's club.

- Are you calling me a stalker of men? - No... From stalking CEO's . I've been looking for a job all my life in a big company and I've never heard of Francesco Perrone or Allan Casanova. For me it was North B and Perrone and that was it. Until I met the owner of North B in person. And his son... - His son is a playboy who lives off his father's money, surrounded by women and confusion. A future big breaker... He's going to destroy his father's empire.

he hugged me more tightly I asked "do you love me the same even in the future" he said "yeah princess I will love you only you" I asked "what if incase I cheated on you will you hate me" he chuckled and said "no princess if you cheat on me it's not your mistake it's my mistake that iam not being good so you choosed another person" is he really the same playboy I met he said "no matter what whatever situation might be I loves you that's it untill iam alive I love only you" I hugged him tightly and started crying

The Reinaldis had three children—two sons, flanking a single daughter like bookends around a priceless treasure. The older son was the epitome of decorum and restraint, the kind of man who calculated before he acted, who carried the family name with stoic dignity. Alexander had met him several times during his years abroad and found him reliable, if somewhat guarded. The younger Reinaldi, however, was another story—a notorious playboy with a trail of scandal that stretched across Italy like spilled wine across an expensive rug. Wild, indulgent, and brash, he was everything the elder was not.

It was the life I have lived for as long as I can remember, as someone who was born and raised into one of the most influential noble families in Italy. So when I can let loose, can feed the hunger of chaos that often grows as each day passes, there’s no way that I let that opportunity pass. They call me many names — a player, a fuckboy, a no good man but definitely good in bed. Frankly, I really couldn’t care less. The women, and some men, keep coming either way. I use it to escape the rules that I’ve been binded to. I use it to feel just a little bit of freedom even if it only lasts for one night… or whatever time of the day it is.

He didn't say a word, he simply adjusted his suit and drew his chair closer and tapped my chest gently, leaving me in shrieks. “I'm Matteo Rossi,” he said calmly, his massive blue eyes glowing with power but not an emotion I could detect, not even a flicker. He paused for a while, grinning softly and my brows furrowed at him. He waved his hand gently on my face, in a friendly but intimidating manner…my heart sank, I thought he was about to hit me. “Don't be scared,” he said slowly, his voice heavy with a dangerous charm. “Alicia is my sister,” his voice remained calm, but commanding.

If only she had half the confidence he projects with his gaze, her situation would have been different all along. The article doesn't mention that he is married, but it does mention some children. In the company, she didn't dare ask him anything, but she could imagine that he did have them. "Adriano Palumbo," she says as she looks at the photo again. She closes the article and types the man's name in the search engine, and hundreds of articles about him immediately pop up on the screen. Apparently, he is one of the most prominent businessmen in Italy. In almost all the articles, he appears alone, and in fact, they describe him as the most coveted bachelor in the country.

“a beautiful woman like you, shouldn’t be sitting alone looking lost in a place like this” She’d heard that line before, she swallowed the last of her drink. “let me get you another one”, he signaled the waiter and a got a bottle, he opened the bottle and poured her a drink in the gentle manly way. “here”. “so tell me, Amore mio, what is your name”, he said. Oh god, another Italian, what was it with her and Italian men for goodness sake “only if you tell me yours”, dear lord was she flirting, she never thought she still had it in her but screw it, Domingo was having fun with a bimbo, she might as well have fun and sharpen her skills, who knows may be she stills got it.