Possessive Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

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.

He continued when Marco said nothing to him. Marco chuckled and replied calmly. “This is my woman, Alessia. She isn't the daughter of a mafia lord, but she's my princess." He said and winked at Alessia. Alessia blushed when she heard his words, she felt flattered and loved. But the next words Marco said to Kendrick, left her frozen in spot. “She's also the madam of this mansion. This mansion is yours, Mia Cara."

I gulped, trying to control the pounding of my heart. “The opening bid starts at five hundred and five million dollars.” The room became noisy. “Six hundred million...” I didn't know how long the bidding was going on, but I zoned out. The numbers continued to increase, higher and higher. Each voice twisted my stomach tighter. I could not force myself to look at the men who were bidding. I already lost my mafia princess status; I was no longer Lucia Romano, one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy. I was just a prize, a slut, a possession, and another woman in a cage.

His grip was warm, protective. If he knew the truth, he’d never look at her the same. She leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. “Trust me.” Then she pulled free and left, her heart aching as the door shut between them. Across town, Clara hunched over her laptop, papers scattered like fallen leaves. Headlines glowed on her screen, half-written drafts about the docks, the frozen accounts, the whispers of mafia war. Her phone buzzed. Alley behind Via Rossi. Ten o’clock. Bring cash.

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

He sold her to him for the sake of ten million. “In the mafia anything is possible. Backstabbing is common here. Before somebody understands you as my weakness and uses you against me, I want to get married and make you mine. Under my roof you will be safe." Anthony did not trust Tom at all. He could expect the unexpected from him. However he would not let Celeste know about it. A lone tear fell from her lashes. "I will never leave you Anthony. You’re my lifeline.” He placed his finger under her chin, tilting it upward and kissed her. A soft, caressing kiss that bled into a hard tongue and thrust in a possessive fever.

He wanted her spirit crushed so thoroughly that she would thank him after every punishment. One handwritten note from Marco himself, dated three days before the wedding, made bile rise in Elena’s throat: “Elena Vitale will be my masterpiece. The perfect Vitale princess on her knees. I’ll mark her so beautifully she’ll never forget who owns her. By the time I’m done, she’ll crawl to me willingly.” Tears streamed down Elena’s face. The papers shook violently in her hands. All this time, she had believed Marco was simply a typical cold, power hungry mafia heir. But he had been planning to turn her life into a slow, calculated hell.

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The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes. The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.