Mafia Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He grinned hard. "To be in the bed of all the Mafia's in the world." She stated. Mikhail chuckled. "Woman, you are playing with fire." He gave her thigh a squeeze, ''So, how far have you been with this little kink of yours?'' He was curious. At this moment, a flash flashed in her eyes. Sebastian.... he never let her be in his bed. All he would do was put her on her knees and make use of her... that's it. These days, he is letting a woman stay at his penthouse. Her blood was boiling with rage.

Suddenly, jail seems like a better option than staying married to Hector. The die has been cast, Scarlett grins. Time for Ryder to strike. … Jim is hurrying to find Jeremy at his office. He bursts through the door, panting. “What’s going on, Jim?” Jeremy frowns. “Why do you look so upset?” “Sir, there’s something you should know…” Jim quickly hands a few documents to Jeremy who reads through them. The old man’s face is shocked. “What is this?” He whispers. “Illegal pr*stitution and drugs? Who’s behind this?”

He is right. I don't care for anyone. It is just not in my system let alone for a woman. Women are just useless. The only thing they are good at is sex and the only thing they desire is money. There is nothing more to them. Money and sex. Call me sexist but in mafia, women can rarely fight.

And I still have to let Sydow's miserable voice into my ears. “I remember those times when we used to go out as whores, to rich orgies and those funny moments. Because you already know that if business comes with sex, they enjoy themselves much more. And we get bored soon, that too you know. By the way, what was the name of that prostitute you met in Ukraine?” The blood runs from my face as soon as he mentions it. I gulp with blood pressing the jaw letting the audio finish.

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

As he stretched out on the soft couch, he breathed out deeply and sent a cloud of fragrant smoke into the air. Logan Castillejo is a well-known member of the Foedus Corp, which is a well-known mafia group. Taking people's lives is a job that he does with ease and grace. Logan was born into a wealthy and politically influential family, so he grew up with a lot of money and comfort. He quickly and easily gets what he wants. Logan always gets what he wants, no questions asked. The way he lives his life is based on this philosophy. He is an only child, so everything comes to him easily and he lives a very comfortable life.

The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them. Would that it would happen for real, thought Elliot desperately as he considered ordering another drink. It didn’t look as if she was coming in tonight. Two small beers later, he felt the urge to visit the men’s room and as‘he trudged wearily in its direction, he decided that once he’d dealt with his natural function, he’d cut his losses and leave. When

But deep down, the thought of traveling alone with Alessandro made me strangely nervous. That afternoon, I was on a private jet to Miami. On the plane, Alessandro was focused on his work, and I reviewed the files on the casino’s operations. When we landed, we went straight to the lavish waterfront casino. The place reeked of money and desire. “Stay close to me,” Alessandro said in a low voice. “It’s more dangerous here than in Chicago.” We toured the casino floor, with Alessandro questioning his capos and me taking notes.

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.