Mobster Romance Novels & Stories

Tony was about to take the order but Taya was faster and served a bottle of corona along with the glass in a matter of seconds. "Thank you." She said lowly, as she looked up at the man and their gazes collided. Taya heart skipped a bit as her breath was stuck in her lungs. "You are welcome." The man stared back at Taya before he added, "Danger's everywhere." Taking out a pack of cigars and lighter, putting them on the counter. "Yes." Taya was like hypnotized by the man's utterance. "Never rely on anyone. You should have defended yourself. Not even your co worker would survive a fight against a useless cockroach." He took a swig right from the bottle.

I didn't want to see that. "Make that the last fucking time or I'll string you back up like shark meat, ca-peash cabrón" Lucien snarled. They are winding each other's wheels up with this cabrón calling. "Mi amor, la princesa de la mafia.- she is an angel and deserves to be called it at any chance given" Carlos went on. "Have you two had enough yet" I cut in with annoyance. They both fell silent. Their eyes glued to each other asif silently carrying on their drama between themselves.

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“That’s it, my Zolotse. Let me hear your cries while you take every inch of me,” he orders, his tone low and brutal. Roman wraps an arm around my front, and my back hits his chest. I grab hold of him as he thrusts roughly into me again. He doesn't quicken his pace. He keeps it slow and hard, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. “I’m not hearing your screams, Stop muffling your moans Moya Roza,” He shoves me forward again, and just as my hands hit the covers, Roman slams so hard into me that I faceplant with a cry.

He took a bottle of shampoo and put a small amount of it on my head and helped me in washing my hair. "Hmm. So how was your day?" I asked him as I closed my eyes trying to enjoy the little massage he is giving me. "Nice." He said. "It wasn't. You were angry, then later you fought the men. So tell me what's nice about it." I reminded him. "I got to fight, at least." He told me. "Fight? Are you a thug?" "No, I am a mobster and I derive pleasure from it." He confessed.

Mj threw her hands out, motioning to everything around her and Maggie laughed low in her throat as she bowed slightly and led the three of them to what looked like it used to be the lobby of the small motel. As the three hunters made themselves comfortable on three large leather couches a woman wearing a very skimpy version of a French maid's costume sauntered in, her heels clicked seductively on the floor and when Mj glanced down at her feet, she almost cringed at the articulation the stiletto was putting her foot in. The maid bent over between Moxie and Jay, placing the tray full of drinks she was holding on an enormous white marble table that sat between them. Mj tried to stifle a laugh a

' The woman threw a deadly glare at him though the man could already sense her agitation and anger through eyes, while the rest of the comrades in the restaurant had been struggling not to do an 'aww' since the scenario seemed so romantic and cute to them. Well, if they had known that whatever they had been witnessing was nothing less than a powerful mafia king abducting the woman he had been adoring and loving since years and finally had found her after a search of fucking one whole year! A peculiar way to claim what was his and a peculiar couple to attempt such a romance in the public, well after all Ekai had kissed her over the mask which appeared to be a romantic moment.

I thought the ice was finally beginning to thaw between us. But I was horribly wrong. He just wants to play with me. He wants to control me, to own me, to use my body while he quietly prepares to marry someone else. Someone infinitely more suited to his dark, violent new life. Bella Vercetti. A mafia princess who apparently has endless wealth and a diamond tennis bracelet wrapped around her wrist. A gift from the man who is currently paying me to act as his personal incubator. A sickening wave of nausea rolls through my stomach that has absolutely nothing to do with morning sickness. I place a trembling hand protectively over my belly.

Words abruptly ceasing to the person he was talking to on the phone, he took in the rage on my face and muttered into the phone, "I'll call ya back in a bit." As he set the phone down, I crossed the room in three strides, then snarled, "You goddamn, sorry motherfucker, why the fuck did you bring her here?" Afterward, rearing back, I swung out with a powerful undercut, slamming my fist into his jaw. p that messed up face of yours even further!" With a smirk curving up the side of his lips, Beast murmured, "Shaken' in my boots, Kitten!"

No moon tonight, just heavy clouds and the small red dot of a cigarette moving near the oleanders. Marco waited exactly where he said he would. He wore a long black coat and the same lazy smile he always used when he knew he had the upper hand. I stopped three steps away. He took a slow drag, dropped the cigarette, and crushed it under his shoe. “You’re late,” he said. “I’m here now.” He looked me over from my bare feet to my face and smiled wider. “Still wearing his kiss, I see.” I didn’t answer. He liked it when I stayed quiet, thought it meant he was winning.