Mafia Sex Stories Novels & Stories

My body had missed all of these feelings; my nipples were hard and erect already, poking his chest. We’d been doing this for years — stolen fucks in pantries, quickies in the guest wing when Vito was out of town. He’d always wanted me, even back when I was just the pretty maid serving drinks at Vito’s parties. I’d let him have me because he was useful. Because he hated Vito almost as much as I did. Because the sex was brutal and good. “Lucas, not now. I whispered, breaking the kiss. “I still need to set some things up—”

she asked in shock. I sighed and nearly slapped my forehead. "No, not Alexei. The Turkish mafia," I replied. "Oh, I've heard of those people. They're not the most powerful but they're the most disgusting," she said and gagged. I raised a brow, "Where did you hear that from?" "I overhear some conversations among dad and his men sometimes. I heard that the head of that mafia is an old man that sleeps with little girls, impregnates them and kills them. I heard he's into human trafficking too," she said and I shivered in disgust.

I said making my voice sound tough. " Good girl." He said and after then there was silence. I heard the door shut and I knew that they had left. I crawled onto my bed and cried. *** Robert's POV. We drove into the Martinez family house, there were security guards at every corner. Rico, who used to work as a right hand gun man for the Martinez family had given us a glimpse of what their record looked like. They ran the most dangerous mafia group in this side of the country. They had lots of enemies that was the reason they had so much security.

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

Alina's POV… “Please don't do this. Please. Please” I was screaming. My hands and legs were pinned to the floor while one of the men stood in front of me with his trousers pulled down. “You're too pretty to let go” he snickered and bit his lips as he ran his eyes over my body. ‘God please. God please help me’ I prayed. They were indeed very heartless. They wanted to rape a pregnant woman. “My husband is a mafia. He is the leader of the mafia in Italy” I said to scare them. I didn't really know what mafia leader Darren was. I just said what I knew.

Names are written on the table to demarcate each mafia from another. The whole place was very crowded, members are seen smoking, drinking and talking at the top of their voices with old-time friends. Conversations were loud, with curse words and threats. Whores and bitches were seen shaking their cheap ass around. Finding potential customers to grace their bed tonight. Just then, everyone except me shouted in excitement when Sibia climbed the stage, her big hips swaying, and her heels clicking against the floor. Every male gender has a lust for her. Sibia is a stripper who doesn’t fuck around with anyone. One faithful night at a club in Italy, I happened to run into her. We drank, and she ha

But it was a long walk from here, and as I trudged through narrow downtown streets, the night seemed to press closer to me. The air was thick with the rank smell of cigarettes, and some other, more noxious element. Hookers leaned into lamp posts, a garish layer of makeup on their faces and non-existent clothing ,while clusters of smokers huddled in shadowy corners of buildings-the glowing embers of the single spots of light. Hoodlums stalked the alleys and their loud and raucous laughter would erupt like gunfire. "Hey, sweetheart," a voice called-a slurred voice, scornful. "You lost? Need some company?"

'Warning- Hi, so I'm the author and I've come with a warning dear readers. This is in Jaxon's view, and you all know him to be a Mafia, which means this chapter will have discussions on illegal things. Things like rape, to trafficking and other things like that. I'm putting this warning for those who are sensitive to those stuff. So, beware…' Jaxon had to resist looking back to stare at her before finally turning the corners. How could one woman be so intriguing?

I was grateful to our parents, for the Mafia's Arranged Love. --- The End --- A/N: So... that was it. Thank you for loving my story. My other works here: 1) Love Of The Mafia King (Ruby & Vexon's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)