Smut Mafia Books Novels & Stories

"What's that book there?" "Study," she closes the book and hands it to me. "I got it for you." I can't help myself, I end up falling in laughter when I see the title: "The Rise of the Rutherian Mafia: a detailed analysis of the arrival of the first self-declared mafia bosses in the early 20th century. What the fuck is this crap here?" "Luther Sussanto was an influential historian in the 80s and 90s. He's the one who wrote this book. You don't know him, but he's well known and even the subject of study, because Luther Sussanto was a close friend of my grandfather."

Took me a long time to complete this one and I am very grateful to some of you who waited this long, those who commented and even drop vote, I can’t thank you all enough. As usual, I always like to update a book immediately after finishing one. But funnily enough, I already started one before this one ended. This book is a bit different from my style. It’s not the usual, billionaire, werewolf, single mom, rich kids and all. Drum rolling! Doooooooo! Dooooooo! It is a “SMUT BOOK.” I mean...Sex Book! You probably didn’t expect that right? Yeah but I am just trying to work out something new and fun for my readers. And I am hoping to do a great job on this one again. The title is—Dangerous Addict

The door shut softly, sealing them inside with the past. For a long moment, neither of them moved. “Once we start,” Dante said quietly, “there is no going back.” She almost smiled at that. “There hasn’t been a way back in a long time.” She stepped forward and picked up the first file. The label read Financial Misappropriation Report A17. She remembered it instantly. It had been the cornerstone of the prosecution’s argument. The report that supposedly proved Dante’s direct involvement in laundering funds through offshore accounts tied to his father’s old network.

She had her eyes fixed intently on me, threatening to pierce through mine if I didn’t speak up quickly. My teeth chattered against their will. A sudden cold seeped into my bones and made me shiver slightly. Maybe it was because I saw myself back in the past at that moment. And standing right in the middle of the council room that had the three most powerful mafia men in the city. Oliver Flynn Moretti. Sanchez Harry Rossi. Donatello Morano. Three best friends who’d sworn never to give power to any other family except themselves. Men who had loyalty for breakfast, blood for lunch, and power beneath their feet.

Emily smugly said to Blaire. "I-I'm going to do that, but first Ms. Smith, tell me. Why did you tell me to throw the important documents that Mr. Morris told me to arrange?" "You want the reason? Simple Ms. Adamson, i don't like you here. Your presence annoys me, your face disgusts me for some reason, i hate seeing nor staring at your ugly face." Emily's reasoning to Blaire. At all the reasons Emily told Blaire, it was clear to Blaire that her senior was having the insecurities against her. Blaire sighed, because for her, Emily's reasons for hating her are childish and immature to do.

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My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

“Are you ready to be my slave, Mafia Boss?” He smirked. I could see the desire burning in his eyes. “I’m yours, my queen.” I grinned widely. I captured his lips and kissed him deeply. Yes. Who would have thought? The man I met in that club would be the same man who brought happiness back into my life. And I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with him. Whether as his personal slave or his wife. Because now… I can be both. The End. Ameiry Savar © 05/26/2026

*Men fall in love. But when he locked his eyes on her, he never looked away.* CONTENT WARNING & COPYRIGHT CLAIMS This book contains some dark themes including violence, abduction, psychological manipulation, and attempted sexual assault. (18+) Copyright © 2026 by Lakewood All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

She had lost it. With a small huff, Rosa sat back down, flipping through the book again to search slowly this time. That’s when certain words caught her eye. Mafia. Blood. Gun. Knife. Betrayal. Loyalty and many more dark words. Her brows furrowed deeper with each word. What kind of book was this? Rosa let out a soft sigh. Her fingers brushed the leather cover with disappointment. She hadn’t come for this. She only wanted to see the name on that letter. Just the name.