Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss Novels & Stories

Hayden spat. “Would you rather, I auction off her body parts in the underground market instead? Or put her on auction so that some old geezer could purchase her as his personal sex slave? Would that even cover the debt, I wonder…probably not” the boss said with an amused smile on his face. “You’re a sick bastard…” Hayden hissed; his eyes wild with anger. “I don’t care how you see me, Hayden. I have my responsibilities and you have yours! Marry her, sleep with her, impregnate her and give me an heir already!” the boss shouted once again.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Woods! If I've known that you are related to him I didn't do this stupid things on you!" As he continued. "I'm begging you. Spare my life, if you want tho, I'm willing to be your servant or dog for the rest of my life!" Everyone was shocked. The most and famous reputable underground Mafia boss of the State kneeled and begs for mercy in front of an ordinary young man. "Who is this young man? He's not ordinary for sure!" Even Dulce were shocked, couldn't believed what was really happening. The Mafia boss of underground circle of the State pleaded to spare his life and even willing to submit his loyalty to him for the rest of his life.

As her breathing labors and she begins to pant, I reach for her waist and flip her over. "Having you ride me," I growl, "is fucking amazing." Her eyes open wide as I slide in and out, slowing her rhythm and creating my own. "But now it's time to remind you who's the boss." Her smile grows. "Show me, sir." I almost lose it as I take over and we fall in sync. As she shudders around me, her red lips forming the perfect O, I remember her word. Pretend. This is pretend, but not the way she's been defining it. What is pretend is my show of control. Kimbra Jones has it all. I'd fall to my knees and beg her if I could make this weekend continue.

Five years ago, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old Black man with blue eyes and short black hair styled in an Afro cut, sat in his office chair on the fifth floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had several tattoos: an eagle on his right arm, a cross on his left arm, and two women tattooed on his right chest. Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven. Inside his office, wearing a black suit, he sat behind his desk, working on his laptop to check his online businesses.

Seriously, how could a silly girl like me be able to kidnap a cruel mafia boss like him? But ... looking at his smile just now, it seems like he's not as cruel as people say. How can a cruel person smile so sweetly? Oh? Or am I meeting the wrong person? He is indeed Nick the Black Shadow, right? "Listen to me, sweety girl, you'll get high if you drink this, you better order something else," he said softly. Oh, his voice ... that deep, raspy, sexy voice tickled my ears. The charm of a mafia boss is truly extraordinary.

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

Torture me, make me feel insecure and then finish me off when I least expected. Lies. If he thinks he can break me, then he's wrong. I'm not the same little boy I was fifteen years ago. I had gotten tougher. The experience has made me cruel. I am the Mafia boss of Black Vipers. And I don't tremble in the presence of my enemies. Mia hesitated before speaking. “Why is your father after you?” Her voice was careful, as if she expected me to push her away. I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. The past clawed at me, choking my throat.

“You’re just a pawn to her, Raymond. Disposable. That is why she sends you to seduce a woman and still uses you to clear her urges and fantasies at night. But if you help me, I can protect you.” He hesitated, his resolve wavering. “I... I don’t know exactly where she is,” he admitted. “But Holly has a safe house. It’s outside the city, near the old railway station. That’s where the old boss tells her to take people when he wants them to… disappear.” “And who is this ‘old boss?”? Mmmmm. “I've never met him; I just know he's the higher up, and he provides resources for us to do his bidding.”.

“Find out who they were, Gustav. Every tattoo, every scar—find their roots. And make sure the cops find nothing on me. I want the story clean.” “Yes, boss.” I pulled away from the edge of the rooftop, stepping back into the shadows. The city was alive below, a beast that fed on secrets and power. And tonight, it felt like someone was trying to cut into my territory—someone reckless enough to target Ariana in my presence. That wasn’t a coincidence.

"Now undress me.” Like a robot on command, I walked towards him to do as I was told. He had already taken off his shoes, leaving him with his buttoned up long sleeved shirt and belted pants. I started to undo each bottom after the other, beginning from the bottom. I was halfway through the process when I felt his hands cup both butt cheeks and jerk my towards him. Another loud gasp escaped my lips when my breasts crashed against his chest and my vagina felt his bulge. I didn't understand why or how I was even enjoying this. The initial idea of sleeping with my boss's husband repulsed me. I was disgusted at him when I realized he also wanted to do the same, but now. Now all I wanted to do was