Mafia Sex Story Novels & Stories

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

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.

, Alexander said with a smirk on his lips, he found her reaction amusing she thought she was rich, he was going to show her what being rich truly meant, this mansion was a generation mansion, being the only child of his parents the mansion was passed down to him and he made a lot of changes to it to suit his taste, this was his only property that he didn’t acquire by himself, the rest of his property he worked hard and earned it himself. Carlos had told him of what Ariana asked him in the hotel and he wasn’t surprised that she asked that it was bound to happen someday, he knew he had lot of things he was keeping away from her and it was only a matter of time before the questions would begin

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

“ Are you kidding me? I asked. “ Why would I? He said while he stopped chopping and look into my eyes. “ I know I can never be that special woman to someone like you “ I said. “ What makes you think that way? He asked. “ Because you bought me to be your sex slave and I know the only thing pulling you back from turning me to your toy is your injured hand” I said. He step out of the kitchen and comes to me at the counter. He pulled me closer to him. “ Is that what you believe? He asked. “Isn’t that what most of the mafia do? I asked.

It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy. Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass.

I said and smirked and found his lips also molding into a big smirk and he nodded sly making me again looking out of the window. If she has the ability to attract me then she will see the real monster tonight, my starving beast who was suffering inside me is gonna get his release today. Even after being the mafia man i have never included myself into any sex activity because i never felt attracted. I am feeling good because i have the hope that, that disgusting place will surely give me what i want. If i found my one then she will have her hardest night today, being a mafia i have seem so many girls who literally threw themselves on me and crave to just fucked by me where normal girls have t

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

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 slapped me across my face that a red liquid started flowing out of my nose. I was bleeding. I bot my lower lip and face him again. There was no use talking to people like him. My father probably sent him to kill me. "How was it living with an addict psychopath and a mafia lord? Was it fun? Was it wild?" My head snap towards the man's direction. His voice sounds of mocking as he walk in front of me. I was still on the floor, fighting for my life because of the pain he sent me. I can't understand a word coming from him. He was telling me a lot of things. About an addict psychopath who killed many women. A mafia lord who kills innocent life for money.