Sexy Mafia Novels & Stories

"Because I know you, Enzo. Though deep down you have a vulnerability, you may be the merciless mafia king. You give her importance. And for just this reason I have already won. Though I looked away, I could see Isabella staring at me. My whole attention was on Marco, on determining his next action and how to counter it. But the reality of his comments bit me, probing into the areas I wanted not to face. She was my weakness. The one thing that may bring all I had created down. Tell me who you are working with, I said, my voice like ice. Marco groaned; his smile vanished as he examined me. "It's interesting how things come full circle—isn't it? Enzo, the crimes of the past always catch us back

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

In the married suit, Marco lay on his side, the white sheets tangled around his legs, bare chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Leaning against the doorway, my jaw tightened, Messy hair spread across the pillow. For a moment, temptation clawed, the urge to touch, to taste, to claim him. Restraint won. The door closed softly behind before that weakness could be indulged. “Rico,” I said into the comm clipped to my belt. “Yes, boss,” came his voice from the hall. “Car. Five minutes. Take me to the Dungeon.” “Yes, boss.” The ride didn’t take long. Rico pulled up to the front of an highend club, ‘BOUJI CLUB’, It had an underground with limited access for persons whose sexual intere

She looked at the maid with a kind weak smile . “You can call me Setenta, Madam." Setenta replied, causing Ana Sophia to scrunch her brows. “Sententa, the number 70?” Ana Sophia asked, and Sententa, seeing the look in Sophia’s face, avoided her gaze. Reading Sententa’s body language, Sophia immediately kept quiet; she immediately remembered that most Mafia families are involved in human trafficking. They don't hire servants; they buy slaves and give them names according to the number of servants they have. A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this.

It was Victor “, the head of security, doing his nightly rounds. Victor paused at the entrance, his sharp eyes slowly scanning the room. Serena held her breath, heart hammering in her chest. She was completely naked, Damien’s cum still dripping down her thighs onto the carpet. Damien was pressed behind her, his hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks, one hand clamped tightly over her mouth. The silence was agonizing. Victor took a slow step into the room, his gaze sweeping over the couch where they had just been fucking. Serena’s body trembled with fear and adrenaline. Damien’s cock twitched against her ass, still rock hard. After what felt like forever, Victor finally turned and left, clo

Manik seethed looking at her and she got shifted on the bed when she found him opening his shirt buttons. "Let me tell you kitten who actually i am. I am a mafia who rules mumbai. Whole mumbai is under my control and now you also. You were unlucky my kitten because i have already selected you for myself now you're mine. Willingly of unwillingly you have to be on my bed. You will be fucked by me every night. You will be called as my whore in my mansion." He roared like a tiger and threw the white shirt on the bed, besides her.

I stated as i shot him in the head. "Well, Now, the Lebanese mafia is after ME and The Australian mafia is after US. They declared war, didn't they? I wanna watch a movie." Alexia said happily. She's so fucking fearless. There are two mafia after her and she's still the same, fearless, bold, strong. She would make a perfect queen.

On her neck was a red collar that looked heavy enough to choke a baby to death. Yes, this was a luxurious bar built and founded by Sebastian and his two best friends. This bar consisted of the masochist, submissive, dominant and disciplinary. Of course, it wasn't a bar the government was aware of and even if they did get wind of it, there is nothing they'd be able to do in the presence of three powerful figures. At the center of the bar was bent the scantily clad lady as she screamed and yelled in both pleasure and pain while her insides were being teased by a masked muscular man with a whip in his hand.

Maddox might fall short in those areas but money and business was his speciality. For instance, Sin City sat at the centre of the night city, drawing in only those with affluence and money. Sin City, the best bet for the wealthiest and the more secure from the paparazzi. Now that Maddox thought about it, it's been a while since a field day with the paparazzi. It helped that they didn't know who he was to the establishment. As Maddox stared out the window in his office, he contemplated investing in real estate. Sin City could only remain at its peak for so long. Nothing lasted forever, just like the organization back in Italy. Whatever racked in more money…

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.