Requiem Of Sin A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

ok says Ibrahim, both sleep and after some days Ibrahim gets well perfectly, right now Ibrahim was making love to mehak, just then Ibrahim phone ranged up, he doesn't want to receive it but seen caller name he says Jaan this is important he received it and says hello, hello me Ibrahim I am your Dr I got your money to thank you, Ibrahim sir if you want some more help just call me, Ibrahim says ok and cuts the call, on the other hand, Dr wife says Ibrahim khan gave you this much money why? dr says because he loves his wife very much he can do anything for her you see mafia possessive love, Ibrahim made love to mehak and says this mafia man can do anything for his mehak, only you can make me on

To pull her to the floor and have my way with her, pound into her while those gorgeous, endless legs were wrapped high around my waist, as she whispered soft, feminine sounds of pleasure in my ear. I was so hard it hurt. But I didn’t have any protection with me and not by accident. I wasn’t taking any chances with this mercenary woman I had married. My own parents had given me an early crash course in the essence of human nature. Greed and self-satisfaction were at the core of every human being. Even the most honest and good could be corrupted for the right amount. With enough incentive a father could throw his family out onto the streets to fend for themselves. A mother could leave her chil

“ DOMINIC- “ She squirted out once again. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her vision getting blurry. Her hairs sticking to her body , her lips parted , her cheeks red and her eyes , teary and swollen. She looked like a piece of art and one thing for sure …………………… she was his sinful desire. He was gonna have her one way or another. She was his and he was her master. She belonged to him and only him and anyone else even trying to get her was gonna meet the deadly him. He was obsessed with her. Possessed . He was way dominant , way aggressive , way possessive and way protective when it came to her and he was desireful for her. He was not gonna let anyone take her away. He made sure she also un

I just prayed Viv wasn’t on my bed by the time I got back so I could wallow in my misery alone and re-strategize. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know what to expect of Mafia wedding, a few guns and grenades and possibly blood was up on the list but nothing prepared me for the beauty i walked into, it felt like I’d been transported to another realm. The men in their expensive tuxedos and the women looking like they all stepped out of a model magazine. Hair lush, skin smooth and dewy, make up well set and dresses surprisingly modest. We were a sharp contrast to them in our skimpy black dress with garter belts hanging out, panty hose and pointy stilettos to match.

Don’t tell me you don’t want him, Julia, my subconscious continued. I want him, yes but I can’t keep doing this. I can’t live here forever doing this with him and forget about my dreams, my family and Stella. He’s a mafia don and a cold blood killer, nothing can change that and no matter how I feel I can’t forget the fact that he killed those men in front of me I responded. Sure getting fucked by the man who personally destroyed your life isn’t a good idea, Yeah, my subconscious mocked. And… not to forget he calls you kitten… such a bad kitten, Meow meow. it added.

Chapter 5 Mateo's eyes glittered like strokes of light as he slowly strolled down Camellia's body, over each visible curve. Her gown accentuated her perfect shape, the marine blue complementing the diamonds on her neck. She looked beautiful, so beautiful that he wished she were his. Immediately, he realized the severity of his thoughts and looked away. The Requiem was the most powerful mafia in New York. They were ruthless and bloodthirsty. He knew it would be stupidity to go against them.

The allies I had only stayed because they benefited more from us than without us. In this mafia game, everyone was out for their own gain. “I understand your frustration—and believe me, I’d like to punch someone too. But I want to tell you something about this,” Nico said, turning the laptop toward himself again and typing frantically. He mumbled, “Something you might not like.” “As if you ever give me good news,” I grumbled. Nico let out a short snicker. “Here,” he said, turning the screen back around. It now showed a wide range of notes. My vision skimmed over the details, but my eyes widened with each word.

My eyes scan the back of the room, where shadows conceal the edges of the hall. Murmurs ripple through the crowd. "Is that...?" "It can't be." "Costa?" “But why is he here at Zeus's auction? They are each other’s nemesis.” The spotlight shifts, casting its beam towards the back of the room. I suck in a breath. Adrian Costa. The ruthless Sicilian Mafia. The head of Cosa Nostra.

“This is the motherfucker responsible for shooting Maricruz.” 29 ACE I could feel heat roar through my body, and pound through my face, as I became fixated on vengeance. Fixated on bringing Maricruz to justice. Bringing her family to justice… Our strongest alliances. The Corsican Mafia. Leonardo bent down next to the bastard’s body, freeing him from the rope. Then he got up, standing on his balls, severing them, causing the man to scream in pain as his face went blue. “You’ll pay for what you did, motherfucker,” Leonardo gritted.

His dark eyes bored into mine as he commanded, “When I speak, you look at me.” My heart pounded against my chest. I despised being controlled, despised everything about the Mafia’s twisted rules. But tell me why this type of dominance aroused me? Fuck. Am I losing my mind? “I’m the bride’s sister,” I blurted out. And as if my words had ignited something dark in him, he tightened his fingers around my chin, his eyes narrowing like a storm. “Alma Martelli,” he groaned. The rage and hatred that replaced the mysterious look in his eyes told me that I shouldn’t be speaking with this man.