Possessive Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

Giovanni followed soon after, his thrusts becoming frantic as he buried himself deep inside me, his groans filling the room. As our breaths slowed, Giovanni collapsed on top of me, his weight comforting, his heart pounding against my chest. This part of Giovanni... it's new to me. Now, I'm conflicted on what we have. Am I just someone to satisfy his carnal urges or Is he genuinely getting soft and gentle? Do mafia fall in love too?

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

He hesitated and stepped forward, still processing what he had heard. He clenched his jaw and the more information he had, the greater his worry became. "Without the mafia's protection, she could be dead by now!" he screamed in anger before pushing the glass coffee table and shattering it in the process. "Why the fuck would Eros command such a thing?" He asked as he grabbed the man's collar and pulled him closer. He was beyond furious, anger consumed him, and was ready to kill. "H-he said Keisha Lexington was n-no longer useful to him…" he answered with his voice cracking.

“This is about survival. Yours and mine.” “Then maybe you should let me go,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. He laughed—a bitter, humorless sound. “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re not just some woman in my house, Elana. You’re my wife now. My possession. That title comes with protection… and consequences.” The word “possession” echoed in her ears like a slap. Her voice wavered, but she didn’t look away. “You can’t force love, Luca.”

"Then why is your pulse racing? Why are your nipples hard against your shirt? Why can I smell how wet you are right now?" I gasped, scandalized yet turned on beyond belief. "You're disgusting." "Maybe," he agreed, pulling back to look me in the eye. "But I'm also right. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you're too stubborn to admit it." Part of me knew I was playing with fire. Dante wasn't just any man – he was the heir to a mafia empire, the leader of a motorcycle club, and apparently, intensely possessive of things he considered his.

He walked towards me on the bed, his thick footsteps hitting the floor. As soon as I felt his presence near me, I jerked up and wanted to attack him with a pen I found on the bed. He was quick to grab my hand and held it tight. Our eyes met, he was… Dominick Castillo, the same Mafia lord I was sent to steal drugs from last month.

“Well, that motherfucker deserves to die. After sexually harassing and sexually abusing many people, telling him to commit suicide isn’t enough as atonement for his sins.” Leon shook his head. No matter what he says, Hunter will always have a reason. “By the way, any news about the Delgados?” Hunter asked. “They’ve partnered with Director Evangelista of Fast Freight. They seem to be widening their business reach, as we’ve heard. It also seems they are still gathering some intel about our group and us and telling everyone they will dethrone us in the mafia world.” “I originally wouldn’t give a shit about how they wanted to run their businesses and their group as long as they wouldn’t interfer

The other day of marriage I was compelled to come here, a completely deserted island, he owns. He is not Nico, I used to love, he is Nicolas Costello, the world fears, the Capo of Italian mafia. I feel myself as a caged bird, who ought to fly heights but now is captured by bird of prey. unknowningly a lone tear escaped my eyes. I never wanted this, I wanted love, my whole life, I craved for love, just to get, ignorance, betrayal, cheating. My dad, Paul and now him. The person I truly love is behind my blood.

He pressed the gun more to my waist making me let out a small gasp. "I am not only a billionaire kitten. I am also a mafia leader. And this crazy mafia wants you at any cost. And it will be better if you just submit to me or I have my own ways to make you do it." I flinched when I felt his cold lips on my warm neck. I tried to move away but he wrapped his one hand on my waist and other was still pressing the gun. "And you have no idea how dangerous and cruel my ways can be. And you just got a demo of your lovely friend laying on the bed half dead." His lips brushed against my earlobe making me moved a little in disgust.

Conti, with his patched up face straining with every word, called out to the scattered company, with a low, urgent voice, which cut the sheriff in a dozen slices, and the mystery was increased when we learned that the stolen cellar books contained not alone a business account but personal records--birth certificates and old photographs and even letters of the deceased mother of Mantovani--and it was like stealing our souls of our very souls. I ceased pacing, and kneeling beside Mantovani, my hand to his knee, touching the warmth of his skin through his jeans and he looked up and his features relaxed a moment and drew me upon his lap, where I fitted snugly in place, his arms encircling me lik