Sexy Mafia Men Novels & Stories

For the first time, I saw not just the man who controlled everything but the man who would destroy anyone who disrespected me. It made my pussy tingle. I loved a chivalrous man, like Jabari from Entergalactic. Dinner was an endless conversation about mundane things. Every woman at the table was dripping in diamonds and gossip. They smiled with perfect teeth, all wives of mafia lords and crime bosses. “So,” one of them drawled, a brunette with too much perfume and a Cartier bracelet, “how long have you two been… engaged?” Azrael didn’t hesitate to lie. “Six months.”

I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years. He also had a natural advantage; he was a man in a world that still thought women couldn’t pull a trigger without crying about it. But if we were talking merit? I’d be top three. I’d never missed a mark. Not once. "Rave, please think this through," he said, leaning back against the driver’s seat with a sigh that sounded more like defeat. "This guy isn’t like the suits you usually put down for cash. He’s not some banker screwing his secretary or a wannabe thug flashing a Glock to feel untouchable. Dominic Sokolov is the fucking Mafia King. The most dangerous one to ever crawl out of the underworld. He’s bad new

“Based on the situation, that could have been the best option, we aren’t related by blood so that makes it in appropriate for you to see me undressed” “Is that what you think? The most important thing is that you didn’t drown the best thing you could do is say thank you” “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” “I don’t need one, I don’t trust women.” “Wow. That’s new. Same way I don’t trust you either, a man what if you decided to take advantage of my unconsciousness?”

That same hand that pulled a trigger right in front of me. I placed the photo back down. The bitterness burned through my throat like acid. The phone on the bed vibrated. A message popped up from Luca. ~ LUCA: The church priest’s file you asked for. I'm sending the details now. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through. Name: Father Kieran Hale. Background: An Unknown Orphan Occupation: Parish Priest of St. Philomena Cathedral. Age: 27. Former Occupation: A church worker. I scrolled down to see a picture attached down. He really had changed, his once tough body now looked fragile under my gaze, his faltering fake smile looked clean like he couldn't hurt a fly.

I stayed perfectly still, listening for any sound, any voice, anything that could tell me where I was. I heard murmurs, laughter, and then People's footsteps. I waited for someone to open the back doors. I waited... And waited far too long. Finally, the doors swung open. The Russian man stood there beside the famiglia soldier. Behind them was Luca... standing next to a man I didn't know. Yet somehow... He looked familiar. He was mafia. There was no question about that. There was something in the way he held himself, the way he stood, the way he looked at me... as though he belonged at the very top of the world and I was nothing more than dirt beneath his shoes.

As he finally lowered down, his cock slipping easily inside, I couldn't help but moan. All the reasons I wanted to destroy him seemed to fade away as he pumped in a slow and easy rhythm. I wrapped my feet together, moving with him as his cock filled me, spreading me wide open. The way he was staring at me, his expression one of absolute domination evoked so many deep-seated emotions, sending a series of chills down my spine. I knew he was cold-hearted, that I meant nothing to him. This was the way of mafia men, no matter the circumstances or the country. Women were merely precious objects.

Ann said before he continued. “They are Domenico's brothers, one of the most dangerous mafia men from Italy who are hard to catch. But that doesn't mean that we won't find the man who sold you to them, he must be working for them as a pimp”. The man explained. “But once we get him, we might be able to catch those criminals”. He added. ”But how are you gonna catch him since he will be leaving any time soon?”. Silver raised a question as she remembered telling them earlier that he will be leaving the country by evening.

5'8 Alessandro:25 years old.The oldest.Cold ,ruthless and next italian mafia heir.Only values family and does not show emotions to anyone but his little sister.Overprotective of his brothers but mostly Alessa and only has a soft side for Alessa 6'5 Marco:23 years old.Second oldest.Kind,Loving to his family but in the mafia his ruthless and cold.Overproctive of Alessa.He is the mother hen of the family.His 6'3

They were worlds apart. I hesitated but nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Felix eyeing Daniel, a silent warning. Whether Daniel noticed it or not, he didn't show it. He leaned in, his platinum blonde hair falling across his face. For a moment, I found myself captivated by his beauty, almost forgetting I was speaking to a man. But his next words snapped me back to reality. “Alexander is a mafia don. A very dangerous one who kills without remorse. Drug trafficking, money laundering, murder, assassinations, arms smuggling, bribery, corruption—anything evil you can think of, you can link it to him. Alexander is a devil from hell, I tell you!”

“I’m not here for that! I only came because of the watch!” “Liar,” she hissed, her nails digging into my arm. “I know women like you—chasing after powerful men like Damien for their wealth and influence. But let me tell you something: he’ll never love you. Men like Damien don’t love. They use, and then they dispose.” Her next words sent a chill down my spine. “He’s a member of Santos.” My eyes widened. I had heard the name before—the infamous Santos gang, a deadly mafia group known for their ruthlessness.