Novel & Cerita Possessive Mafia Romance

He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine. I don’t move without purpose. Each moment is calculated. The Bratva? The Pakhan himself drinks at my table. We’re not friends—we’re allies soaked in blood and greed. I don’t trust anyone, but I know who fears me. And that’s enough. My hands are stained, yes—but I wear the darkness like a second cloak. I love the power it pours, I love the blood. I built this life brick by brick, bone by bone. And anyone who thinks they can take it from me?

Others just did their job diligently and minded their business. I yanked her hair back suddenly, she yelled in pain, trying to free herself from my hold. “Do you know who I am?” She whimpered, shaking her head to the side, signifying no. “I am Javier Bezzio, the current seat owner of the Italian mafia. If you don't know what that means, then you are a dead meat. Understood?” She nodded yes quickly and I released her. I laid on my back and relaxed. “Now get back to work and stop when I tell you to.”

The jolt knocked the breath from my lungs, and pain radiated across my hip where it hit the wood. “You don’t understand what kind of men circle around me, Yasmine,” he growled, looming over me like a predator. “Bellandi is a vulture. And you—” His eyes dragged over me, blazing with possession. “You’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to fucking destroy if you push me.” Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced the words past the lump in my throat. “You can’t treat me like this, Luca. I’m not some possession you can chain down. I’m not afraid of you.”

“Don't you know that I can't live without you? And now, you're breaking my heart…” I stepped back, my back hitting the car door. “Please… Ardian, I'm begging you…” “Angel, I told you that there's no way out of the Mafia world.” A cruel smile twisted his lips. “You will always belong to me.” He took a step toward me, his hand slowly moving beneath his jacket, where his holster was. I breathed in sharply and pulled out the gun from the pocket of my hoodie. “Don't come any closer!” I snarled, squeezing Beretta in my hands.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

"And books. Do you have books that are not about finance or territory management or whatever it is you people read." "You people," I repeated. "Crime lords." He said it without blinking. "Mafia. Whatever the correct term is." Nikolai made a sound from behind his newsspaper that was close enough to a laugh that both Ace and I looked at him. He did not lower the paper. "There is a library off the main corridor. Mixed collection. Help yourself." Ace nodded. "What else can I ask for." "What else do you want." "My own key to my room."

The ever existent jawline that defined his face practically made my rage disappear. “Seems you've got something on your mind. I'll be gone in a few minutes. You either say it now, or you'll have to wait a few hours for me to round up my work at the warehouse…” Arms folded, I gritted my teeth, seething with rage. “Come on, Roman. I ordered the new servant to clean this room. The least you should've done was ask me before asking Alicia to take over.” The stare he gave me reminded me that even though he had told me to move into the Adams estate with him, he would always remain one of the most feared mafia lords in Cleveland.

Anna said, her voice steady but wary, walking past James toward her bed. “Yes, I can,” James replied. “So how are you going to do that?” Anna asked, narrowing her eyes. “I would need your help to do it,” “How?” Anna asked, her voice firm. “You trust me, right?” James asked, looking at Anna intently. “No, I don’t. But I need to get out of here,” Anna admitted. “Okay, fair enough,” James said, nodding. James took a deep breath before continuing. “You know Vincenzo Romano is a Mafia don involved in serious criminal activities.”

her words tumbled over each other and she turned beet red after the chaotic performance. I bit back a smile. “I’m a Mafia lord” I admitted proudly. She gulped audibly as her pupils dilated. “I-it’s like organized crime, right?” she put it together. I nodded subtly. “D-do you k-kill people?” her question was barely above a whisper. A chuckle broke free from my lips. “Baby, that’s the best part of it” I confessed as laughter bubbled up my throat. Kayla was quick to look away, her breathing heavy with fear.