Mafia Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Joemar is still missing. There’s so much that’s still going to happen to us, in this crazy life. I know what I’m signing up for. I’ve lived with the mafia my whole life, and I’m under no illusions that this is going to be a path full of things that frustrate me, enrage me, and things that I generally could do without as far as lifestyle goes. But Alessandro? Alessandro, I can’t live without. So, I hold him close and kiss him softly on the lips. He looks up at me, his eyes shining with something that looks like hope.

The question was raising doubt in his mind for a long time. "I am a physiotherapist with a degree and a part-time event planner. I got the latter from my best friend. She's the one who signed me here." Why but he could sense the uneasiness in her voice even though she didn't stutter. "Are you lying?" He raised his brow. "Why would I? For you?" Rachel laughed. This confident attitude of hers was attractive to the mafia who was in search of warmth. Vincenzo had never met a woman who didn't get intimidated by my presence. Most of them came with ulterior motives which he hated.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

Araina kept on moaning and screaming in pleasure, but before she could even tell what was happening, she released on his fingers and bit her lips to it. "Ohh fuck! Yes, ohh fuck!" She said, biting her lips after every word. The mafia quickly took out his fingers from her hole then he gave it to her to taste how sweet she was, and Ariana smiled after licking his fingers clean. The mafia stood up, "You know what I need from you right now? You know what I fucking want from you right now?" He asked Araina. "What?" She sexily replied. The mafia pulled out his dick and as Araina saw his 8 inched cock, her eyes widened in fear and she moved backwards a little, but the Mafia grabbed her waist and pu

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

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.

My heart tells me that I shouldn’t pry, but my curiosity wins out. “I do.” Mila looks at me for a moment before turning her gaze back toward the ceiling away, chewing her lip as if she’s searching for the right words. My attention is now focused entirely on her, the stack of documents temporarily forgotten. “The Grachev Bratva under Yannick,” she begins slowly, “used to deal in prostitution. And more than once, one of the women got pregnant.” Her voice grows smaller, and when she resumes talking, it shivers. “Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.”

I responded. End of smut scene!

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.

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