Mafia Boss Porn Novels & Stories

They will pay the price. I am Don Necolai Rosu Lupei, one of the most feared Mafia Bosses in London. My gang The Romanesco owns this part of the city. I don’t tolerate competition, especially not from scum like these human traffickers. I am going to bathe in their blood. Last night we raided their little organization and freed seven underaged girls and two teenage boys. Those kids were lucky nothing bad had happened to them yet. My men made sure they were returned safely to their families.

"Hmm.dont think giving me a foot massage will get you into my pants" He barks out a laugh.the sound echoing around us.startling me, I crack my eyes open to stare at him,his shoulder shaking from laughter. "I want into your pants alright.but you are not ready principessa.so I will wait patiently until you give yourself to me.i am a patient man.although it's not bad to get brownie points right?". I laugh and close my eyes back.who knew a mafia boss could be funny?. I bet not many people see this side of him.makes me feel special.

“Viper Mafia King? Never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t,” Xavier replied. “And that’s the scary part. He’s one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in the country. Hell… maybe even beyond the country.” I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. “Go on.” “He runs the biggest underground money laundering ring. He’s not just washing dirty money—he’s cleaning funds for top politicians, corrupt businessmen, and crime syndicates across borders.” Xavier’s voice grew darker. “This man doesn’t just do crime… he *is* crime. Murder, trafficking, blackmail… but you won’t find a single charge against his name. His records are wiped clean every single time.”

"pl-e-ase... I moaned out loud. I am begging the devil for his touch proving that I am his SLUT. His gun made contact with my harden nipples and all I knew at that moment was I was looking forward to be his SLUT (end of mature content) I was really a SLUT because the devil just left the room without touching me. I wasn't expecting that at all because to him I am a slut and I should be used for his sexual escapades, he just left without a word which made me know he is bipolar man. I mean he switchs within minutes, this minutes he is sort of cool the next he is something you can't explain. Yes, he is a mafia leader and his moves shouldn't be known, I feel he and his dad have something like a s

Alftredo The deal had gone to hell. I slammed the door to my private study so hard the paintings on the wall rattled. That bastard from Naples had double-crossed us. Thirty million euros in product loss because some greedy snake decided to play both sides. Scarfaced had warned me, but I thought I could handle it. Now blood had been spilled, and I was left cleaning up another mess. I had always been a bad Mafia Boss if not for Scarfaced, my fathers empire would have fallen.

she tutted. “Anyway. You weren't giving me the information I wanted, so I suggested the therapist thing. It wasn't at all difficult to rent a space, place a few members of the mafia here and there, upload some backdated pictures to the internet because I knew your sweet husband would check us out and bingo, sold. It was during the therapy I realized you actually didn't know anything about the mafia,” she laughed hard, throwing her head back.

Most importantly I was an outsider there and he,perhaps was a De Niro or some rich spoil brat. I tried to walk past him but he blocked my way causing me to finally have a look of his appearance.He was of Stefano's age,no doubt also having the same handsome genes of De Niro males.His blonde curls falling over his head and his black eyes,they were dark both with lust and something more intense. I know men in the mafia are sex obsessed.Keeping concubines and prostitutes and even rape isn't surprising.It is in my own hand to save my dignity like I did all these years.

he said. I searched his eyes for a moment. “How far?” “No safe words. No stops until I want you to. You have no choice once we get to the bedroom. I am in control. You have a choice now.” He wasn’t joking. With his countenance, the way he looked at me even with how he held my thigh, it was clear as day it wouldn’t just be simple. It was expected. A mafia boss, a man who owned a club where wild fantasies live free, sex wouldn’t just be simple.

He protested, his snort entering his mouth as he spoke. Ohh, dear reader… I forgot to inform you... I am not your regular mafia boss. I am the topdog in the mafia world even though I am still monitored by my father. Denver is not just my consigliere and best friend, he is the head police of narcotics and crime. He helps me run my dirty work. If a young guy or lady gets caught at the airport smuggling drugs, they would be given options– It is either they sign a deal working for me at my different clubs as strippers or they get arrested. Some young boys and girls are workers at my club because their parents couldn’t pay up their debt. Some work as security personnels who transport my goods– dr

I asked, glancing briefly at the men who hadn't noticed us talking about them. "Babe, that's number Two in the Levels of Wealth. The 'Filthy Rich'. Those men there are the Russian Cartel members. The one in the middle, the older man is their boss. He's a Mafia, beside him are drug lords with huge ass cartels all over the city. I don't even like serving them. Because any slip up and your head can be mounted on the wall." Olivia widened her head, shaking her head and turning us away from them. Mafias? Cartel? Drug Lords? Was that even real? I thought all these only happened in movies, not in real life?!