Possessive Mafia Romance Mga Nobela at Kwento

I moaned — long, broken, my fingers dug deep in his chest. He moved — deep, rolling thrusts that made me arch. “Say it again,” he growled. “I’m yours,” I gasped. “Louder, Cucciola mia.” “I’m yours.” I gasped. He fucked me harder — possessive, relentless — hand on my stomach, thumb stroking where his child grew. “You’re mine,” he rasped. “Every inch. Every breath. Every fucking heartbeat.” I shattered around him — crying his name, nails raking his back.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

He replied immediately: "Yes, I'm good. I'll be coming home soon." She almost screamed, but she had to keep the excitement contained in the tone of her reply. She said "Okay" and rushed back into the penthouse, her heart racing. She didn't understand whether it was the kiss that was causing this or the feelings she was developing for him. Sometimes she is angry he was restricting her movements. Sometimes she loved it. Sometimes she got angry at his controlling nature. But sometimes she loved how controlling and dominant he was. God, she was going crazy. Could a mafia boss really be as sweet as him?

“Okay! Okay! No condiments required.” And just like that, their version of domestic bliss rolled forward: cravings, tears, chaos, and love in equal measure. In the heart of a mafia empire, with chaos and war always brewing somewhere outside their windows, Nico and Lucas built their own little world full of snack wrappers, belly rubs, and soft touches that never needed translation. Even if it smelled faintly of vinegar.

"From now on, only the truth. Even when it's dangerous." "Then tell me a dangerous truth." The air crackled. The city lights twinkled far below. And Dante Moretti, Don of the most powerful mafia family in the city, leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. "The night you walked into my suite," he whispered, "ruined me for anyone else. And I haven't been able to think about anything but you since." My heart stopped. My skin ignited. Every moral boundary I'd clung to wavered like a candle in a hurricane.

I was awed, terrified, and more attracted to her than I had ever been. "I agree using our mafia connections is probably the best option right now. It’s possibly mafia people who took our children, and we’ll need equally powerful people who don’t play by the rules. We will need them in order to have the best chance of getting our children back alive and safe. But listen to me very carefully, Jaxon Deverioux, I am not something you own. I haven’t been for a long time. I’m not another piece of your life puzzle to just control how you’d like. I knew exactly who you were when I married you, and you knew exactly the kind of person I was and what I expected when you married me. I will not tolerate

Marco stopped walking and I bumped into him. "His name is Dante and he owns Victor. He owns this house. He owns half the city." Marco's voice was barely a breath. "Victor thinks he's the wolf. But Victor is just the dog. Dante is the one who holds the leash." "What does he want with me?" Marco didn't answer right away. He started walking again. I followed again.

he continued as he leaned into my touch. My hand stopped combing through his hair as I tensed. “And the one in my father’s Mafia is Omega6.” He sighed, “Yes.” “Who?” I queried. My hand clenched into a fist. I’m not sure why it seems like a betrayal. Mafia is a family, and you do not betray family. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that, kitten. I am sorry,” he said. I could feel his grasp tightening on my hip, as if he was afraid I’d leave.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.