Mafia Sex Stories Novels & Stories

While another part of me, likely my brain, was telling me to ignore it. “Have you spoken to Maya?” Kalia asked, looking at ne over the rim of her wineglass as she took a sip, leaving the imprint of her glossy lipstick behind. Normally I wouldn’t think anything about such a normal occurrence, but something about it, about the lingering imprint of Kalia ’s lips, was sexy beyond reason. “I talked to her while you were showering. She’s having fun in Switzerland. No media and good skiing.” “I’m sorry she’s going through this. It isn’t fair. Seems to be the natural state of sexual politics though. If a woman has sex with a man, he uses it against her. If she turns him down … he still finds a way t

I uttered. “Come sit down, I’ll explain it to you,” Nonna said, motioning to the sitting area in her room. “Each mafia family has things they will and won’t do,” Nonna declared. “The Aventini family is almost like mafia light. The DeMarcos are on the other end of the spectrum. The DeMarcos are into human trafficking, the sex trade, and they own several sex clubs. I’m pretty sure all the girls there are drugged up and not there by choice.”

Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again. “Cole Jones?” I suddenly ask in a low whisper as my eyes continue to look down at him, his smirk still present on his lips but his eyes were following my co-worker who apparently ran out without sputter

“No matter what you think is happening here, no matter what story you’ve cooked up about Damian, and this house, and yourself… it’s wrong.” “I haven’t cooked up anything.” “Everybody has stories.” She tilted her head slightly. “The last one lasted eight months. The one before that lasted six. They always end the same way.” I met her gaze. “Should I be afraid?” “You should be informed.” She took another step, and suddenly her eyes seemed much sharper than her voice. “I’ve known Damian for four years. I know what he wants and what he throws away when he’s finished with it. You should take that into consideration.”

I stated as i shot him in the head. "Well, Now, the Lebanese mafia is after ME and The Australian mafia is after US. They declared war, didn't they? I wanna watch a movie." Alexia said happily. She's so fucking fearless. There are two mafia after her and she's still the same, fearless, bold, strong. She would make a perfect queen.

I was still getting used to the fact that in such a short time I had become involved in the life of mafia gangs. First, a mafia king kidnaps me, afterward I find out that the so-called man my Uncle wanted me to get married to was a mafia gang leader. I was still trying to process how my life turned around in such a short time. “Come Angelo. Come have a drink with me,” I gestured to the couch across from where I sat. “I have to…” “Oh come on! Loosen up. Nothing is going to happen here,” I assured him. He looked reluctant but came to sit with me anyway. I drank non-alcoholic wine while Angelo drank Vodka.

Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’. “So, would you say you relate to your Female Lead in any way?” The Interviewer asks, blinking in pure intrigue as she gets herself ready to latch and hang onto Gabi's every word, “Would you say that you have also found your own Mr. Danger? Your own Mafia Man to seduce him into falling head over heels in love with you? Do you have any real life experiences with the kind of men you write about, Miss Fraser?” Gabi laughs. God, I hate that laugh!

They would now be looking over their shoulders, wondering who was being bought, who might be selling them out. Marcos flooded financial crime forums and tabloid tip -lines with fragmented data linking Marchetti's operations to the payment David Hawthorne had received. A notorious financial blog ran a piece titled: TANGLED WEB: MOB MONEY IN A HEARTBREAK SCANDAL? Speculative, filled with 'maybes' and 'sources suggest,' but it had the pungent scent of blood. A trashier outlet followed with: MY EX WAS PAID BY THE MAFIA! Marchetti's carefully cultivated facade of a reformed, legitimate businessman now had a visible, grimy crack. My secure phone rang. Blocked number. I answered, putting it on spea

“Good girl, Lorenzo rasped pounding into her with renewed vigor. Sweat glistened on his broad chest, his stamina endless for this young, underused cunt. He loved this. The power, the taboo, the conquest. He knew his son would be furious, but he’d learn. In their community, the head of family’s word was law. There was nothing his son could do, but learn to share his woman with his father. Lorenzo’s cock throbbed inside Lucia, her tightness driving him wild. “Your pussy’s so damn wet for me. You love this, don’t you? Tell daddy you like being his fuck toy. He demanded, attempting to kiss her as he sawed in and out of her. Faster. Deeper, bottoming out. Stroke after stroke, endless merciless po

**** NIHAN POV Meanwhile, I awoke to the sound of multiple gunshots coming from outside the mansion. Big bang! The roar of the gunfire surprised me once more. I instantly stood up and peered out my room window to see what was going on outside. To stop myself from shouting, I instantly covered my mouth with both hands. When I saw the two men laying on the ground and the other two men kneeling with their wrists tied behind their backs, my eyes almost welled up. Dawin was standing in front of them with a rifle in his hand, aiming it towards their heads. Trio, his underboss, was standing next to him, clutching a hunting knife.