Mafia Erotica Novels & Stories

– Epifania says, as she heads towards a drawer, taking out a notebook, then a pen from the drawer, then sitting between the two men, in front of the probable future client. - Let's continue our negotiations, Miss Dione. – Nereus said. Miss Dione Papadakis was a businessperson, tall, beautiful with black and wavy hair, she was the most beautiful among her gray eyes, olive skin, sculptured body, a notorious ability to fight, defend herself, murders, among your business and manage, the mobsters' bar, the meeting of the city's casinos. She was the perfect mafia, psychopathic killer, who killed her other four brothers, in a dispute for power, inheritance, business and territories, being called th

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

Alejandro's POV The night is still very much young, and I was needed at one of my clubs where Ethan was doing a shit job at entertaining the Russian arms dealer I was interested in doing business with. The Italians and Russians have had a long rocky history, but he'd fled to America from the Bratva and was damn good at what he did. The club is packed, people watch the girls on stage dance while my waitresses slip the ones with enough money that matter some of our exclusive product and I make my way up to the second floor to one of the VIP suites.

The commentators droned on in the background about stats and replays, their voices nothing but white noise under the heavy breathing of two married men fighting a losing battle against raw, forbidden lust. Derek’s slick fingers were still buried knuckle-deep in Mike’s tight ass, slowly scissoring and curling, while his other oiled hand stroked Mike’s thick, leaking cock with long, torturous pulls. Baby oil dripped everywhere, coating Mike’s firm ass cheeks, running down his crack, and making obscene wet sounds with every movement. Mike gripped the back of the couch, sweat mixing with the oil on his broad back, his muscular body trembling as he tried desperately to hold onto the last threads

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

The smoke of tobacco filled the room, giving it a darkness that showed the impending conflict. Just like the Blood Moon Cartel, the Raven's Eye had a high ranking in the mafia's hierarchy. The boss, Lord Venom, just like Aurelio, exuded a dangerous aura, and he had a strong thing against Aurelio. He was in his room, a thin layer of folds in between his lips as he stared at one person's picture on his phone, Aurelio. His eyes burned with deep hatred, cold and menacing. The door to his Villa opened and Radar, his right-hand man, walked in. He bowed, awaiting Lord Venom's reply.

XXX Madonna Saint Elise POV “I need sleep, woman,” Joemar says, eyes closed and grinning against the pillow under his head. Straddling his firm bounce-a-quarter-off ass, I bend forward, this time to lick his shoulder blade and then kiss the divot he’s created by having his arms bent to support his head. “Come on. One more time.” When that doesn’t rouse him, I rub my bare body shamelessly against him. I mean, it wouldn’t be hard to orgasm with him between my legs.

She was helpless, they had cuffed her hands behind her back and she could feel their hungry eyes roaming her body she knew what was coming. Alcina had studied Giovanni and she knew how he treated women, his sick perversions were well documented and as his prisoner and his enemy she knew she would be shown no mercy. The Mafia Don was looking at her hungrily, he had not known how beautiful she was Noa how young. She looked untouched, her skin was golden and those firm luscious tits were just begging to be fondled. Holding her tightly with one hand he cupped them with his other, pushing aside the flimsy material he tugged her nipple painfully and she bit her lip refusing to react. ‘Oh I’m going

she asked. Mara hesitated. "There is... something on the internet. You and Dante Navarro." "What? I thought their angle was death threats." Her stomach dropped. "What?" she asked. Mara handed over her phone. "I didn’t want to show you, but it’s everywhere." A headline leapt out at her: ‘Defense Attorney Has Ties to Ex-Convict Client In The Scandalous Affair.’ There was a picture below. Grainy, but the figure is clearly – she in front of Dante's building that morning.