Smut Mafia Books Novels & Stories

“Take my cock like a good little slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut, Daniel! Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against him. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Betrayal burned through my veins like acid. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I had been touching myself for every single night, imagining him coming home to me. And here he was, balls-deep in another woman.

Armani The city lights blurred below me as I took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke burning my lungs in a way that almost felt good. Up here on the rooftop, the cold breeze did nothing to cool the fire in my blood. I replayed the night in my head. The man Enzo sent to test my loyalty. The way his neck had snapped under my hands when he asked too many questions about Drisana. The blood on my shirt. The way I had washed it off downstairs like it was nothing.

I grabbed the heavy crystal vase from the side table and smashed it across the back of Romano’s skull. Glass exploded in a shower of shards. Romano staggered forward with a roar. Matteo recovered instantly, tackling him to the ground like a predator. The two men rolled across the rug in a blur of violence—fists flying, elbows cracking against bone, blood smearing the pale fabric. A lamp toppled and shattered. Romano landed a brutal punch to Matteo’s jaw, splitting his lip.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

“Maybe he was planning to cheat while he was still with you. I didn’t know he already had a partner back then,” she said, shrugging indifferently once more. This time, Yohana seemed deep in thought. Truly, Svanna didn’t expect her to succeed in planting a bomb within that woman’s trust. One that might… someday explode when Nightroe thought everything was going to be just fine. In the end, they all knew; the Mafia Don had been playing with fire without anyone noticing.

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I felt nauseous and cooped up, the speed of the car worsening my discomfort. How could I explain that I, the daughter of George Marlow, allowed a man to abuse me during our two-year relationship on campus? That I didn’t know Orlov had mafia connections because, just as I’d gone by my mother’s maiden name and kept a low profile, so had he. I ran a flower shop as a hobby, and he was a renowned self-portrait artist on university grounds. We met when he came to buy flowers to use as a live prop for one of his shows, and hit it off almost immediately.

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She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.