Mafia Erotica Novels & Stories

While it was a club for mobsters, every worker at the club either knew how to fight or was a mobster too except Amy. “Girl your moves are insane everyday. You’re gonna have to teach me how to booty clap, I’ll charge extra to have to do that on a D yunno.” Rita said sassily while attending to one of the mobsters. Rita is a known whore in the club but Amy liked her cause of her kind heart. She has always been nice to Amy. “I’ll charge you 50$ to teach you that, baby” Amy winked at her and they both laughed. The customer Rita was attending to suddenly grabbed her breast, squeezing it so hard making her to moan softly and Amy shook her head. When he was done he threw a bundle to her and walked a

She says something, laughing awkwardly and he leans in for an attempt to kiss her again. Again? Man, you have to be desperate. Take the goddamn hint. She hesitates, but kisses him back. A very short, fast one that doesn't even count as a fucking kiss. "Boss?" I hear someone by the door. "Hm?" I hum along, my eyes still fixed on how that guy is staring at her tits, not having enough decency to even pretend so. She deserves better. When the person doesn't reply, I turn my head and see Donovan, a member of my mafia. "The shipments, boss." He takes a moment to see if he has my complete attention before continuing, making me realize it's some type of bad

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

I uttered. “Come sit down, I’ll explain it to you,” Nonna said, motioning to the sitting area in her room. “Each mafia family has things they will and won’t do,” Nonna declared. “The Aventini family is almost like mafia light. The DeMarcos are on the other end of the spectrum. The DeMarcos are into human trafficking, the sex trade, and they own several sex clubs. I’m pretty sure all the girls there are drugged up and not there by choice.”

Seraphina moved closer, her hand warm against Jasmine’s cold fingers. “There’s a way you can get the money,” she said, her voice laced with careful confidence. Jasmine’s gaze snapped to her, narrowing. At this moment, she was desperate. Any help would suffice. “In one of the richest towns in Sicily, the mafia holds secret auctions,” Seraphina continued. “They bid millions of euros for a woman to warm their bed for a duration of their choosing. The deals are contract-based, strictly business, and meant for those who…” She hesitated. “…need the money.”

Chapter 14: (Rachel's pov) My body seized under his presence and my mind became restless. The words from Andrew during the call were ringing in my ears. "Am I cheating on him? I do love him the most. Vincenzo is just my mission. I can't let him change my heart anyway. Once a mafia is always a mafia." I repeated with my trembling lips and pushed Vincenzo to move away from his grip. "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled after falling to the ground.

I thought it was righteous only if I answer to all of her questions or I could say the filthy intentions. “Jeremy isn’t an innocent person? You’re wrong here Miss Jazz,” I replied with my timid voice. She was almost shocked after hearing my voice. She expected that I would be the same nerd and innocent Echo Belle Johnson after all of these years. No… That was impossible and she really didn’t know the guy I dated is a mafia. Though I am not prpud of the fact that he is mafia but sometimes it really does secure me knowing that he is the one.

Rafe kicked her feet wider and drove back in from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to sting. “Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice gravel. “Look how fucking nasty you look taking my cock.” She did. In the red-tinged mirror she watched her face contort every time he bottomed out, watched her tits swing, watched his thick shaft disappear inside her again and again. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles. “Come on my dick,” he growled. “Want to feel this cunt squeeze me.” Mia shattered. Her orgasm hit like a freight train, legs shaking, pussy gushing around him. She moaned loud enough that if anyone was in the shaft they’d hear it.

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”