Requiem Of Sin A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

DEAREST GENTLE READERS, Firstly, thank you so much for choosing Luciano’s Forbidden Desire. I need you to know that your choice to embark on this journey with me means so much. And if you're coming from the previous book in the MAFIA RUTHLESS SERIES, which is—THE MAFIA’S WILLING PREY, then I need you to know that you're right on track, because the ride here is just about to become much more intense.

On my eighteenth birthday I prayed for a devout, gentle man. Then the Mafia King walked into my church in another man's blood and told the choir to play the wedding march. My own father handed me over — a pastor, a gambler, a seller. I stole the Don’s gun and aimed it at him at the altar. Every one of his men aimed a gun at me. He didn’t move, his burning gaze locked on mine. His eyes said it all: Kill me, or marry me.

And yet, despite the guilt clawing at her chest, a dark, shameful part of her loved every second of it. Damien sat up beside her, his breathing just as ragged. His black shirt hung open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the fresh scratch marks she had left across his shoulders and back during their intense encounter. His dark hair was messy, his lips swollen, and his eyes held a chaotic mix of lust, anger, regret, and something much deeper that neither of them wanted to acknowledge. For several long minutes, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with everything they refused to say.

she said in a whisper but he heard but couldn’t believe it. “What did you just say?” Vikram asked, making her look at him. “I love you Mr. Vikram Seth” Nitra shouted. Vikram’s happiness had no end; he hugged her, not caring about what others thought. He was on the ninth cloud from her confession he knew now his life was complete. No one would be able to take her away from him now she was all his now, she was his love, his life, his BABE. SHE WAS MARRIED TO A MAFIA AND IT WAS A LOVE STORY.

Ariana pressed her lips into a thin line trying to stop her lips from trembling. “Fucking Christ, I will blow your brains out if you don’t tell me what I want to hear” He presses the gun harder on her temple, just then the door opened and other man walked inside dressed like the other man. All in black. They both spoke in a language Ariana had no idea of. Rico who was the name of the guy who just entered walked towards her and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling it forcefully to face him. “Tell us what we want to know and we might be kind enough to let you go” He said Into her ears, his accent not as strong as his fellows own.

I ripped off his shirt and my suspicions became true. He had the insignia of the Russian Mafia which means the attempted rape was planned. I walked towards the whisky cabinet content to let Lorenzo handle it but when he became cockier I got tired. With a glass of whisky in my hand,I moved towards the duo. Right in front of them,I gulped it down. It trailed down my lips and disappeared in the middle of my breasts. I could see Lorenzo's eyes follow them down the trail they made before he visibly gulped. "Who sent you", Lorenzo asked in that deep voice of his that sent vibrations and shivers all over my body.

He would smile in the face of this slow burning death from her satanic lover. The lid of his own trunk lifted and the demonic visage of Soloman Hart looked down at him for what he immediately recognized was the last time. It wasn't a look of rage or even one of satisfaction on the mafia king's face that finally forced a quake of fear to slither through Shank's bloodied and battered body. It was the flat, dead look of acceptance for what must be. He slammed the lid shut and walked away, leaving the gangbanger to dream of his angel until death do they part.

I need to get out of here, not again. "I thought you wanted to die in there. Are you done? Or do you want me to come wash your back?" He asked licking his lips. Is he fantasizing about this already? Goodness! He's sicker than I thought. He is a completely gross human being. I looked down at his bulge and gulped, he's already hard? Is he some sort of sex machine? Do the Mafia guys see nothing but sex in women? I guess they are all the same.

The voice sounded like Gwan-Jihoo from the Rifle Squad Team. As the blindfold was removed, she scanned the surroundings. She was inside a villa owned by the Mafia Boss. “Welcome to the Diamond Khangpae, Miss Park So-hee,” said the man seated on a large couch, in a four-leg clamp while smoking a cigarette. She was certain this man was Baek Chang Seol, the ruthless and heartless mafia boss of the organization. She had heard his name countless times, and he was part of her mission after the Black Eagle.

At present, it only caused him nothing short of concentrated anticipation. A fiendish smirk tugs at his lips. He slinks further within the shadows of a murky establishment. Out of sight from the lonesome rays of the full moon, dispensing through the broken windows and crevices. Dripping sounds from eroded pipes concealed the whispered sway of his movements. He sensed the clouds of destruction brewing, burdening his mind. Overwhelmed by darkened visions of spilled blood. He was loving every moment of the arriving tempest. Exultantly, he peers between the two other Molotov Mafia assassins at his side. Serge and his youngest uncle's son Yigor Molotov. Both were garbed in masks and robes of ebon