My Mobster Boyfriend Novelas e Histórias

I came soon enough into his mouth and he licked me clean, lapping all my juices with as much care as I could handle. He moved higher, kissing everywhere, my belly button, my stomach, my breasts, my erect nipples and higher.. Until our lips met. I felt a rush, then. Eron was never careful. He was Eron, the dangerous mafia boss who showed no mercy and killed without second thought. How was he here now? Loving me? He pulled away slowly, looking almost impatient. I laughed. "You don't have to do all this, you know. I'm okay with the um, the usual. I'm.. good." I said and he rolled his eyes.

She told them. “Well, I can. It must be Tom, in fact I’m sure it’s Tom.” He told them. “And who in blazes is Tom?” Bruce asked. “Liza’s boyfriend. You see, Liza is my employee and there was a time I witnessed her boyfriend’s brutality.” Briefly he explained the incident he witnessed at Oriental hotel to them. “So you see, from what Suzanne said, I have every conviction this evil was from her boyfriend.” He told them. And just at that moment, Suzanne gave a small shout and they all turned to look at her.

You're my girlfriend," Andy said as he pulled up to the mansion. "Yeah? Must've slipped my mind," Lucia shot back with a tired grin as he helped her out of the car. Inside, Dino was mid-shouting match with some guy when they walked in, Lucia didn’t even pause before muttering "I'm going upstairs" and heading for the steps. Andy strode over instead just as Dino turned toward him…"This is Gino's father," Dino introduced flatly before adding with deliberate slowness: "And this is Andy, Lucia's boyfriend."

"I can't believe that Mr. Thomsey is going to get married?! As many women he passed by without the slightest attention he finally decided to agree to take his wife!" "I don't know?! He before he agreed; Mr. Thomsi punched Mr. Giorgio twice in the face and in the second blow he knocked Giorgio completely flat to the ground! I've never seen the owner act like this?! I wonder what he said?" Giorgio has him even angry like that?!” "Don't you know that the two are members of the mafia?! Maybe this situation is more normal than you think!" "Yes, I know! That's why I'm trying not to piss off anyone around here!"

“I don’t know why, but I find everything about you, especially your eyes, very attractive. I just can’t stop thinking about them.” “Nothing is ever going to happen between us. Not just because of Archer, but because I’m done dating criminals, and I mean it. So even if you are being a hundred percent sincere, I’m just not interested in this,” I asserted, watching something flicker in his eyes. “Now, drop me home, and after that, I don’t want to hear from you.” “Alright,” he agreed, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. He wasn’t like other men, he was a mob boss and I knew they didn’t give up easily. \

She supported him, as she also does. "Hmm! Do I remind you that Corey is a Mafia?". I refreshed her memory but that didn't seem to mean anything, as she retorted, " So? I don't care, as long as he loves me and we are both happy, his job shouldn't matter to you". My friend gave me such weird advice. It's no longer hidden that my friend is and will always be a die-hard fan of my husband, Corey can do nothing evil in her eyes, it's either he didn't at fault or I tend to take suck up eallof the blame.

“The men at the restaurant weren’t random terrorists, Alex. They were after me.” Alex’s smirk faded slightly. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out. What I don’t get is why.” Damien took a deep breath before sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. “The Cobra isn’t just some gang. They’re an international organization—dangerous, well-funded, and relentless. I used to be part of them, when my family was in great dept and I need money for my parents medication.” Alex blinked, his body stiffening slightly. “…What?”

"Just kidding! You don't take jokes well. Eat up so you can put some meat on those bones." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly expect me to enjoy my meal with you right in front of me?" I retorted. He leaned in. "Quite the sharp tongue you got there, huh?" "If you know, then leave," I retorted and resumed eating. This guy is disrupting my meal. I knew it; he'd just tease me. He and Luigi are so different from each other. Unlike him, Luigi is serious and hardly cracks a smile. I've probably seen him smile only twice in the weeks I've been staying here. How on earth did they become friends with such opposite personalities?

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

His means were violently cruel. "He loves beautiful blonde women. Quinn, you'll save me, won't you?" A thunderclap exploded in my mind. The fragile hope I was clinging to crashed and shattered. Jackson Grant. It really was him. The little bodyguard who once ran across half of New York just because I craved a Napoleon pastry. The ex-boyfriend I slapped in public, humiliated like a dog, and abandoned without mercy. Now, my current boyfriend was actually going to sell me to this newly risen Godfather who hated me with a passion.