Novel & Cerita Tempting The Mafia Twins

“Choose,” Dominic demanded, both twins standing in front of the bed, their shirts already off. “Who fucks you first tonight?” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but a bath robe, staring at two identical men who looked like they were ready to devour me. Dominic’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkened with that cold controlling demeanor he always carried. Dante leaned against the wall with a lazy smirk, but his gaze burning hotter, playful but dangerous.

“You’re still trending, babe. Look... #ThatScottishBitch is up to number three.” I leaned back, sipping my champagne. “Has a nice ring tae it, doesn’t it?” That’s when I felt it, the prickle of eyes on me. The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention immediately. I turned my head just enough to spy them. Two very HOT men at the far end of the lounge. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. Delicious facial hair. Matching smirks that looked carved from sin. Identical. Twins. The pair of them were built like tree trunks. One caught my gaze and lifted his glass in a lazy toast. I looked away first. Always leave them guessing. Cat noticed immediately. “Who are they?”

“Enough. The family cannot afford this scandal. Alliances are crumbling. Calls are coming in from Palermo and Milan demanding explanations. You have brought shame on the Ferraro name, Valentina. Real shame.” Victor stopped pacing and pointed at me. “You are no longer part of this family. Pack your things. Leave by tonight. We will say you are traveling abroad for studies. If anyone asks, you are dead to us. A whore who chose mafia dick over blood.” The words landed like blows. I stood there in the living room, phone still buzzing with new notifications, body aching from the night before, mind reeling from the speed of my destruction. Photos continued to spread. New ones appeared: close-ups o

He had even hired one of the best hackers to breach the police's CCTV database, searching for any trace of Sophia, but all efforts had been in vain. “Alejandro!” shouted Juan as he hurriedly entered the study. Juan had known Alejandro for as long as he could remember. Though they came from different worlds, their fates had been intertwined from the very beginning. Alejandro’s father was a feared and respected mafia lord, while Juan was the son of Alejandro’s father’s most trusted lieutenant. They had been trained together by Alejandro’s ruthless father, learning the art of survival, strategy, and leadership. Alejandro was expected to inherit his father’s empire, and Juan was trained to stand

She stated, but the older man simply laughed. “Ah, don’t be like that, little lady. I’m sure there’s something else you can offer me.” The tone in his voice was mocking and his gaze, was something Noelle wasn’t comfortable with. It was a look, she knew too well, but at the same time, it wasn’t the same. Adrian Black was not a good man. In fact, he was far from being one. The type of business he was into, was the kind that involved drugs and prostitution and his men, were no better.

Lena tried to hurry to her parents but was held by a man; he grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to him. “It’s Linda,” he blurted, and the man who stood by the side dressed in a gray suit approached them and took a proper look at Lena. “Why do you have my parents tied up?” Lena asked angrily when the man showed a coin to Lena. “The boss already spun the coin; I am sure you know what it means,” the man chuckled. He was the Italian Mafia’s spin man, Dante, and since the boss couldn't come all the way to America, he was placed in charge of finding Linda and wiping off her family.

And yes, I'm banging her in the bathroom of a club and she was so easy to convince, so easy it's annoying. I twist her hands against the wall and grab her ass and slam into her, harder and harder, thinking of a way out of the shit I got myself into. I have to find a solution to it , else it'll destroy the entire Cosa Nostra, shit I'm fucked, just because I couldn't keep my pants in a place, all because of HER... "Yes, fuck me there" the dumb blonde's continuous scream and moans pulled me out of my revere . I gave two more hard thrusts and came.

It felt like he was complimenting me for the first time. “Oh, hush!” I huffed once again. “Anyways…if you want in on some gossip…Rico asked me to tell you that he had promised Paris that he won’t be with him or do ‘anything’ to him until the boy turns twenty and is old enough to distinguish feelings and manipulation.” Joel told me. “Rico knows that you’re concerned about Paris now that his mother is still recovering and he understands your concern. We may be the mafia, but we have our code of honor, kid. We don’t harm women or children. Neither do we tolerate those who do. Also…we are fiercely loyal to our partners. If we can’t be loyal to the one’s we love…then how can we be loyal to anyone

Romeo gave his opinion. "Yes. He can use the blonde twins as bait… just for fools… it's an open secret… those girls have no brains!" said Marco. “Still… they have bodies and curves that make men get drunk, plus they are twins. You know today's teens… them and their sexual fantasies! ”

He still looked at me like I was something he’d never expected to keep. We had settled into this rhythm over the years. Mornings like this, where the three of us moved around each other without needing many words. The world outside still whispered about us—about the Voss twins and their shared wife, about the empire they ran together instead of fighting over. But inside these walls, we had built something quieter. Stronger. Sofia came bursting through the doors, cheeks flushed, grass stains on her knees. “Mom, can we have pizza for dinner? And can I invite Mia over after riding tomorrow?”