Mafia Erotica Novels & Stories

Not relief — something more complicated than relief. "That's the part that makes it hard," I said. "If he were simply terrible it would be easier. If this were simply captivity — if there were no library, no midnight conversations, no—" I stopped. "It would be easier to hate it cleanly." "Yes," Mara said. "It would." "Instead it's—" I searched for the word. "Human," she said. I looked at her. "It's human," she repeated. "Complicated and contradictory and impossible to file into a clean category. That's not a weakness in you, Lena. That's just what it is."

It seemed impossible, yet here she was, held captive and used as bait. She leaned closer to the door, straining to hear as much as she could. The men outside were speaking Italian, and though she didn't understand all of the words, she could make out some key phrases. "...mafia...don Marko..." "...from the Italian mafia..." Her heart hammered as she tried to absorb this new information. So, Marko was involved with the Italian mafia? That would explain some things, but it also filled her with more dread.

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

It disgusted Nihan with my language, and Nihan could see the anger in my eyes. "Then what do you want?” Nihan replied irritatedly to me because she couldn't understand what I meant. "Kiss me." My response astounded Nihan. She looked down at my seductive lips. She didn't know why our lips were like magnets because they slowly crossed our lips. That kiss was long enough to be intentional as our lips parted to breathe air. The two of us left the room smiling together while I put my arm around the girl's shoulder. Sister Erna's saw us as our lips parted when she passed by. It seemed we were in their own world because they didn't even notice her, even with his immense size.

Just as he felt her release heighten, he stopped whatever he was doing and pulled his mouth away from her womanhood, leaving her bare and at war with herself and her emotions. "You won't get to release from me until whenever I'm ready to fuck you piccola so until then, this is what you'll feel. Half satisfied and frustrated. Consider this your punishment for running away from me." Diavolo rose to his feet and looked down at her naked but luscious body that laid beautifully on his bed like a painting. He snatched his eyes away from her and turned to leave but stopped almost immediately. "And one more thing, i won't ever have sex with

Jake recited, pulling out the pictures gathered by Evidence Response Team. Charlie looked through the pictures, noting the evidence in each scene. The corpse laid askew and naked, missing all four limbs. Her curly brunette hair fanned out under her. Her chest was crudely sewn up in one picture and in another, it was cut open and filled with bags of illegal drugs. No matter how many times she saw something like this, she could not stomach how someone could do this to another person. "How did this kid get involved with the Mafia?" Charlie heard William murmur.

She was always ever so delightful to watch in the kitchen that sometimes I think my papa married her only for her food. My mamma had married Manuel Salvador, the most wanted mafia Lord and top criminal on the FBI’s list but she always acted like she was some ordinary woman and married to a farmer. She always paid no mind to my papa’s business affairs and in return she enjoyed very benefit befitting the wife of a president. When I was younger, I used to hate her naivety and the way she so easily brushed off matters that should have been of utmost concern. Matters like my papa’s affair with a top model in South Korea when he allegedly went on a business trip.

"Are you referring to the Camorra Clan?" Mike nodded once again. "You surely remember, Sir, how hard we struggled to acquire the land and build the structure back then. Simone, the leader of the Camorra, insisted on establishing a brothel in the same location." Kaivan paused, lost in thought, recalling events from a few years ago. He had clashed with a mafia group named Camorra, led by Simone Marquez. Under Simone's leadership, the Camorra had caused chaos and even terrorized Kaivan to halt the construction of the hotel in Milan, Italy. After several confrontations and near-missed altercations, Kaivan had managed to push the group back with the assistance of the Witch Hunter Clan.

Marco’s eyes darkened. “All of it.” I unhooked my bra and let my full tits spill out. My nipples were already hard. Then I slid my thong down my legs, stepping out of it. I stood completely naked in front of four dangerous mafia men. Marco walked around me slowly, inspecting every inch. He cupped one tit and squeezed hard, then slid his hand between my legs. Two thick fingers rubbed along my slit and pushed inside me easily. “Already wet,” he said with a low chuckle. “Dirty little slut. You like the idea of paying your daddy’s debt with this tight cunt, don’t you?”

I thought the ice was finally beginning to thaw between us. But I was horribly wrong. He just wants to play with me. He wants to control me, to own me, to use my body while he quietly prepares to marry someone else. Someone infinitely more suited to his dark, violent new life. Bella Vercetti. A mafia princess who apparently has endless wealth and a diamond tennis bracelet wrapped around her wrist. A gift from the man who is currently paying me to act as his personal incubator. A sickening wave of nausea rolls through my stomach that has absolutely nothing to do with morning sickness. I place a trembling hand protectively over my belly.