Novel & Cerita My Protective Mafia Lover

“And I protect what’s mine.” The mafia world was brutal, but in Luca’s bed—and in his arms—Elena had never felt more alive.

Jackson shouted, clinking his champagne glass with a fork to get the audience attention ​Katerina froze. “ What is he doing now?” She signs in frustration as Xavier step back from her, giving her space ​Jackson turned to Katerina, beckoning her forward. The keen eyes of Don Romano watched from the balcony with narrowed interest. Under the gaze of the entire Mafia elite, Katerina felt trapped. ​"Katerina Romano," Jackson said, his voice trembling with a mix of love and a need to own her immediately in front of Xavier.

He stands up straighter, towering over me, his dark eyes swirling with a storm of secrets he refuses to share. “I’m a mafia leader, Harper. There is always someone out there trying to get at me,” he says bluntly, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looks away from me, a flash of genuine pain crossing his face. “And now, they can hurt you to get to me. You’re a weakness.”

“I'm—I’m sorry, I just need to figure myself out. I'm trying to adapt—” “Take your time, if you need anything, just let me know. And yes, I'll be waiting for you outside on the lawn,” he adds and walks away. I just had to apologize, regardless I'm under him and I need him to me safe in a strange place as this, I can't mange things on my own because the boss and his men are definitely a Mafia organization, but the boss referred to it as ‘Critically Dangerous Community’, I had to join the pieces to get things straight in my head.

His cock was almost uncomfortable, almost. It was just at that extreme point of pleasure that made me bite into the sheets, my hair falling all over around me. He slapped my ass again and fuck, I liked it. I loved the roughness and the pleasure it delivered. I loved how he bent over and sucked my flesh from the waist up. The way he closed his mouth around my sweet spot, sucking and marking me. I loved being this Mafia don's fucktoy. I want to be his at any time, any minute, no matter the consequences.

But I didn’t have time to waste—I needed to be inside her. I laid on top of her, her hands trailing down my back. She looked at my tattoos. She was wet enough for me to enter her, and when I did, she gasped. With every thrust, I leaned further into her. Her body trembled under every touch. I desired her. Or worse—I loved her. That’s why I had left her in the past. Because love is a weakness in the mafia. And the moment I realized that, I knew—I’d do anything for her.

He smirked arrogantly upon my words. “Puppet,” he smirked repeating the word. “That sound interesting, maybe we can try that.” He narrowed his eyes on me without any intention to break the contact. I felt suffocated been jailed in his arms. “Who are you actually?” I asked whilst my eyes scanned tattoos that covering his arm till his chest. “I’m a mafia, love.” He confessed and I can felt his breath fanning on my face. The word ‘love’ that he used doesn’t sound romantic but on the other hand, it sounds scary. Mafia, not someone that I ever expected in my life. He was my nightmare! ******************************

He only has a soft spot for his super hot girlfriend. "So he feels like if he hurts you, it's gonna break me and I'll give him my club. It's actually his way of revenge cause I whooped his ass hard. He's such a looser. But don't you worry, he's gonna pay for threatening me. You're safe Avatia. Always know that. You're under Mafia protection." I held back a gasp. Did he just say mafia protection again? He said it yesterday but I really didn't dwell on it. "Yes. Mafia protection."

He didn't want to have the dreaded mafia come after him, just because of something he had said. Frank on the other hand raised an eyebrow and scoffed internally. Love? What is that? He thought albeit he remained silent. He didn't want to blow everything up now. His pretence was a success. To the outside world, Jennifer was his girlfriend. No one outside his mafia family has to know the truth.

he said, starting to kiss my neck. My whole body heated up, Selena growled and panted. “Please, yes,” I said. I wondered where we were, how we got here. I heard voices through the bedroom door. Surely this wasn’t his place, it wasn’t befitting a mafia guy, I thought. It was okay enough but very basic, very suburbs. Hell, what did I know about them anyway? He swept my hair behind my head and cradled my face and neck. “I love you Emilia. I vow to cherish you, and protect you and our family with my life forever,” he said, licking over my marking spot.