Mobster Romance Novels & Stories

“You’ll enjoy this, Mi Amor.” His fingers moved through my entrance smoothly before he slid a finger in. My teeth clenched, and I shut my eyes tightly, holding back the tears. Within seconds, he thrusted in and out of me with a finger then plunged the vibrator inside me. I gasped, bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, then cried out. My body trembled. I tried to get up, but his men pushed me back onto the table. “Guarda quanto è bagnata... gocciola sempre.” [Look how wet she is…. She's always dripping.]

Nina is losing hope. A night of drinks, partying and fun at a trendy club downtown ends with her getting kidnapped and put up for a sex-trafficking auction. Her only savior? The devilishly handsome and incredibly sexy mob boss who hasn't taken his eyes off her since he walked into the room. She's just finished her finals and looks forward to taking on the whole world. But all can go to shit in just a second. Unless he saves her. Yaroslav Baturin is smitten by the pretty girl looking desperate and forlorn on the auction stage. He's a man who's hard to impress, but something about Nina stands out to him with just a glance. Nina says he can't own her. Nina challenges him

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.

What made us such a perfect match. Except we weren’t a match, this was a business deal. Monster was with me because of the pay-out I would give him at the end of it, nothing more. There were no romantic feelings between us. Not on his part anyway. On mine? Personally, if I had been the kind of woman who would ever fall in love it would have been with a man like him. “You're such a creeper, Angel.” Monster chuckled with his eyes closed and I jumped in shock. “Watching me sleep.”

Adele lays her head on my lap, and I slowly stroke her hair. Spencer asks Sabrina, "For the mansion or the secret place?" The German makes the sign for two with his fingers. The mafia is in turmoil and nothing in the world can spur them on to attack. A dark-haired woman greets us at the small country house. I turn to see Sabrina since he is not a man of simplicity and I manage to see him touch the back of his head. Now, what happens to him?

[RUBY] "Welcome to the Camorra, Mia Kaufmann," the Boss finally announced, lifting his glass of crimson wine. The room followed suit, the soft clink of glass punctuating the silence. Mia undergone the ritual, pricking her finger just as I had done before, her face unreadable as the dark liquid beaded on her skin. Of course, this was all for show—an elaborate dance to keep suspicion at bay, especially from Luna’s watchful eyes. Mia was not yet a part of the Camorra. Not until her mission was complete.

"I have to meet with these men when they are available and that is now. But here, let me fill your glass. It will help you sleep and you won't even miss me." Alessia blew out a breath in disbelief. "That's doubtful. You know I don't sleep well without you with me." He kissed her forehead gently, placing her back in her chair. "Ah, read one of you 'spicy romance novels'. I'm sure that will distract you." Suddenly, his eyes sharpened as he met hers. "But don't forget the rule, moya khoroshaya, no touching yourself without me, even with reading these books, da?"

of national celebrity. One newspaper dubbed her "the most successful woman in all of America." Not surprisingly, young Arlyne Weiss imagined no higher calling than that of mobster's girlfriend. The job description was vague. A mob girl had to be pretty, since she spent much of her time serving as an "object woman," hanging on the arm of a gangster. She had to be reliable, since she was often sent on errands and delivering messages. This was particularly important at a time when, thanks to federal investigators who had developed a knack for tapping phones, calls were no longer secure. To officiate as a mistress and confidante, a mistress cum geisha whose constant companionship provided the t

His mind was so engrossed with dirty thoughts of Sara that he hadn’t noticed Bryan walking behind him. He glanced over his shoulders and saw him grinning. “What’s funny big guy?” He asked. “Thanks for making everyone in the room feel uncomfortable.” Bryan said and chuckled. “You know I like my women pretty, and trying to get me to invest in their boss’s business.” Maddox said and they both laughed. “But that was unlike you boss, you were being unprofessional.” “That was very like me Bryan, I’m a dog- a big black horny dog, WOOF! I don’t care about feelings I just fuck and ghost,” no dates no commitments.”

he speaks coolly as we stop in front of the bathroom door. I grit my teeth as my irritation spikes, "Do not underestimate me, Ravello. I may be a woman but I can stomach violence as much as any mob boss can." The bite in my voice doesn't go unnoticed and he chuckles. "Have you ever tortured anyone before, little girl? All you ever do is give orders." "Open the door, Ravello. Let's find out if this guy has a tracker before we get back to Sicily." He chuckles again as he twists the doorknob, "Oh so there's an us now?"