Mafia Dark Romance Novels & Stories

He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

Alarms blared throughout the villa. “Elena!” Rafael’s voice boomed from the hallway. He burst into the studio, gun already drawn. “We’re under attack. Move!” “What the hell is happening?” she shouted, following him at a run as another blast rocked the compound. This one was closer—near the east wall. “Rossis,” Rafael replied grimly, shoving her toward the reinforced panic room. “They’re coming for you specifically. There’s a bounty. Alive if possible. They want to make an example out of the ‘Vitale whore who switched sides.’”

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

he growled, pressing hard on Adjo’s hand, causing him to whimper in pain. “I am sorry, Uncle Dante.” Adjo apologized, and my mouth fell ajar. Dante? Uncle? This can not be true, I reasoned, as I cast one last glance at him. My mind clicked, and I realized this man was not a stranger. He was Guilian Guerra’s illegitimate child and the next mafia King of the Red Mafia. He really was the devil…

I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the mug in front of him and instantly begin to pour the dark liquid into his mug. “So…..” the beautiful stranger begins then takes a sip out of his hot coffee then places it back down onto the table and looks up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes “Can I get your name or am I going to have to call you blondie or waitress for the rest of the night?” “My name is Lili” I reply to him, pulling my top lip with my teeth as I look down at him.

Then he slides a lunatic smile, he is not a sane being, what he just did is sick. I stop breathing when he brings his face closer to mine, he never stops smiling, I'm centimeters away from a psychopath and I can only think about the fateful thing. “You are facing the wolf, welcome to Russia, Luna Miller”his mouth whispers with venom, I am taken aback by his words. She notices my surprise and smiles brighter. Welcome to the Russian mafia, Lunita.

I was about to give the beast within me free rein but before I could do that,I heard arguments at the gate leading to the dungeons. I decided to pay it no mind because no intruder could come into my house. I was the most powerful Don for a reason. I continued on my mission of removing his fingers and listening to his cry of pain. It felt therapeutic. I heard the sound of boots clicking. I turned back to glance at the person who dared to interrupt what I thought of as my therapy session. I looked back only to see the most beautiful sight ever. This sight had no words to describe it. I looked back to see Adrianna,the soon to be Reyna of the Italian Mafia unbeknownst to her, strutting in dresse

Cassie would have laughed herself off the bed if she could see me right now, lying here processing my feelings about a mafia king like I had a single normal thought left in my head. I pressed my face into the pillow. The thing was – and I really did not want to be thinking this – last night had not gone the way I expected. I had gone into that study ready to be angry. Ready to stand on the other side of that desk and remind myself of every single reason why Ciro Conti was the villain of this particular story. And then he had talked. Not in the controlled clipped way he usually communicated. Actually talked. About his mother. About his father. About a boy who used to sit on a bench outside an

"Right. Sure. I just have one last question for you before I go, brother.” “Where did you take her? Where did you take my fiancée?" A dangerous smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Your fiancée was starving, Dario. So I took her to get a proper meal while you had your face buried between another woman's legs." Dario’s face flushed a deep, ugly red, the vein in his neck throbbing like a struck wire. “That is none of your fucking business, Roman! Nothing about my life has ever been your business!"

she asked, her big brown eyes locking onto mine. “Princess,” I said, brushing my thumb along her jaw, “you know most mafia men don’t marry for love.” She sighed softly, her voice dropping. “Well… did you marry me for convenience or for love?” “For love, Adriana. I swear it.” She leaned in, her lips brushing mine with a hesitant sweetness at first, but hesitation never survived in my hands. My fingers curled tight around her throat, crushing and possessive, and that little gasp she gave, the whimper at the back of her throat, set my blood on fire.