Mafia Sex Stories Novels & Stories

**** 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.

Kamala dropped the pen after scribbling her signatures unto some papers. She was seated in a luxurious office with five men in the Sexizen building. Sexizen was a popular p**n company in New Orleans that only took in amateurs yearly. Kamala's family were back in Seattle and they were facing major crisis currently which pushed Kamala to go into the sex industry after dropping out of college and facing countless job rejections or minute offers. Her father, Robert Jameson was arrested two years ago for the murder of the man who had tried to rape her younger sister, Amie. Amie fell into trauma and her dad's arrest worsened the matter.

“And the food? Incredible. Ivan wasn’t exaggerating.” I laughed. “Wait until you see the boutiques. There’s this one street I love. Designer pieces but with real soul.” We talked easily about everything. Her life in New York, her work in marketing, how she and Ivan had connected so quickly despite the distance. I shared bits of my own story, careful not to reveal too much of the darker parts. It felt refreshing to have another woman to talk to, someone outside the mafia world who saw me simply as Alessia. We had just finished our main course when a familiar voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere.

Basically this was common in illegal red light areas where young girls are brought and made into sex slaves for gangsters or rich old dudes. Basically sex slave trading is the business of many small groups of Mafia, they kidnap girls and send them to different red light areas. “Fucking shit of piece. They dare to toy with women for money?” I cursed under my breath. I may be a Mafia Boss but in my group using girls as sex slaves for money is a crime. If anyone does this they will never see the next sunrise. I messaged Alex about this murder case and asked him to inform the cops after I’m done with my business here. Covering the drain’s lid back, we ran into the ominous clubhouse nearby.

❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know you’ll hate me… you’ll be angry…” His fingers tightened slightly in her hair— “But this… is what’s best for us.” A pause. “And today… the way you fought…” 🔥 “I liked it.” His gaze darkened. “Because that strength… will save you in the future.” He exhaled slowly— “There will come a time… when you’ll feel completely broken…” His voice dropped— “But you’ll have to stand again… because you are the Queen of this mafia world…”

'My name?' He asked with a shocked expression. 'Yes.' He frowned and looked me in the eyes. 'Giovanni, my name is Giovanni LaRosa.' I smiled to myself. It's long and sexy, just what I hoped for. 'Okay, uhmm...' I was thinking what question I could ask. 'Do you do illegal stuff?' I asked. 'Yes. I do.' He said. Jesus, that was easy.. I nodded my head and thought of the possible thing he did. Maybe he killed more than just my sister. Or he is into drugs. Or woman export. You never know. But I'm already screwed, so fuck it.

Most importantly I was an outsider there and he,perhaps was a De Niro or some rich spoil brat. I tried to walk past him but he blocked my way causing me to finally have a look of his appearance.He was of Stefano's age,no doubt also having the same handsome genes of De Niro males.His blonde curls falling over his head and his black eyes,they were dark both with lust and something more intense. I know men in the mafia are sex obsessed.Keeping concubines and prostitutes and even rape isn't surprising.It is in my own hand to save my dignity like I did all these years.

FLASHBACK CONTINUES Rodrigo POV I’ve only ever meant the Hernandez brothers once in the few years I’ve been in charge of the Mafia organizations in the States. They were not to be trifled with, Luca was the worst of the two, Carlos was at least sane but just as short tempered. Everyone knew what Luca was, he was a deranged psychopath, who loved torturing his victims even woman and children. He was thankfully dead, killed by his own brother. Story goes that he got into a fight over a woman and Carlos managed to kill Luca, Luca was injured from a previous ambush, so it wasn’t a fair fight. The woman in question they were fighting over was none other than Luca’s wife. The faceless wife no one g

His mother never saw his father or his family again after that. My mother gave birth to me when I was only 15 years old, even against all odds, the said mafioso was interested in sex and having a woman within his harem, even if only, he took her because like his mother, he only had children with all the prostitutes including his wife, only men, he wanted spies within his ranks, she knew of his partnership between him, Goki and Poison, which served so that he could bring other allies to his side, even if only on the basis of sex, women in his opinion were easy to deal with.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."