Mafia Erotica Novels & Stories

I know the shocked look on her face is not about the spanking bench or the suspender frames or the array of bdsm tools that line up the table at the corner of the room. It's the wide array of erotic portraits on the walls, drawn by the one and only erotic artist in the underworld, Silas Moretti, who’s a non-aligned informant to mafia clans. Silas trades the secrets of most clans, and he makes a shit ton of money from it. Each of these erotic portraits costs over fifty thousand dollars, and I’ve about a hundred of them lining the walls. I got these portraits not because they’re so beautiful but because they’re an illustration of our deepest fantasies. The ones people don’t dare voice out in p

"But that's how they are. They hold onto your mistakes forever and use them against you whenever they can. The society girls, the other wives, they love having something to whisper about." I nodded, understanding more than I wanted to. The mafia world was unforgiving and I was just starting to see how deep that went. "Especially with the fact that Gabriel cheats without hiding it from me," Kiara said casually, like she was talking about the weather. "Unlike other mafia men who only let their friends know, not their wives. Everyone knows about Gabriel." My stomach dropped and I didn't know what to say. I looked at Kiara, searching for pain or anger but found neither. She just looked resigned.

’ I smirked. Vipers. This name screamed power, dominance, and authority in the world of Italian Mafia. And today, we were finally collaborating. Our powers were equal, no doubt. But, as they said, power comes with danger. And I felt a sense of thrill to deal with danger.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

I was completely wowed and thrown aback because when I was first taken by Nate and his men to his house, I was stunned at how beautiful the place was. But then now that I see this, this place was much more beautiful. Everything was in place and I wondered why it was built in that kind of area in the first place. Then seeing everything like this I also thought to myself how Nate made his money. I was completely ignorant to the outside world and the mafia lifestyle but seeing all this I can imagine why Lisa warned me not to go close to Nate or even have anything to do with him. She always said that Nate was a mafia and he had a lot of dirty businesses apart from his construction company.

I grabbed my phone and made a quick search on the internet. Miguel Alejandro, ruthless leader of the Viperas mafia. A gang involved in illicit crimes such as gambling, drug trafficking, prostitution, extortion, fraud, loan sharking, protection rackets and many others. Considered to be highly dangerous, have never been caught, rumored to be in cahoots with the police and politicians.

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

I shake my head at him in anxious decline as my muffled protests emanate through the duct tape. He reaches his hand out and yanks my hair painfully while pulling my face closer as he speaks. "You'd be triple the monetary gain for me if you're still a virgin... it would be more satisfactory to me if I could sell you to Omar El Fateen right in front of a captured Vladimir Nikolay, Omar would love to seek revenge for his father Sheikh El Fateen's death at Vladimir's hands, or I could sell you to the brutal Siberian Ulyanov Mafia, did I mention the Ulyanov's despise Muslims? I'm sure they'd enjoy humiliating a pretty Muslim girl like you."

“Alessia, always the voice of reason. I just wanted a weekend getaway. Turned off my phone so we could enjoy some peace. I didn’t expect the entire Moretti search party to come looking for me.” We all laughed, the sound easing the heavy weight that had been pressing on us. Ivan pulled out a chair for his girlfriend and sat down beside her. “Everyone, this is Betty. She came all the way from New York to see me.” Betty smiled shyly but warmly, waving at us. Ivan continued with dramatic flair, clearly enjoying the moment. “Betty, meet my soft but extremely dangerous mafia brother, Dante. One wrong look and he might burn down a building. And this beautiful woman beside him is Alessia, my brother

“Kai Rylan isn’t like Mateo. He’s… mafia. Organized crime. His world is dangerous.” I almost laughed. Dangerous. Like my life wasn’t already dangerous? “I don’t care,” I said. “You should care. People around him… bad things happen. The last caretakers didn’t stick around.” “Did he hurt them?” “Not physically, as far as I know. But he’s intense. Cold. Not easy to work for.” “Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.”