Tempting The Mafia Twins Novels & Stories

Sending shiver down their spine, and making the atmosphere hotter than it shouldn’t be. “Now will you tell me your plan with the twins?” His mistress smiles and slyly in that moment. Stroking his hair and letting him feel her heat. She then draws her mouth close to his ears and said. “Let’s just say that, a group of armed men wanted some ransom out of the twins.” “Tsk!” He smirks, thinking about the plan to be a cliché. An old song and somehow a predictable thing for the like of them.

Yet the man was shivering in fear in front of Vincenzo. "I even tried to find her with everyone she knew but none of them has any idea about her whereabouts," Alan added. He didn't know what happened between Christiana and Vincenzo. He got a call from this political Mafia early in the morning at four am inquiring about the one and only artist he was managing at the moment. And from then to right now at seven in the evening they were looking for Cristiana like hungry dogs. Yet the woman was nowhere to be found. Clank!

I replied, finally tearing my eyes away from the laptop to meet her captivating gaze. “Is that all? Are you sure you won’t be needing my body too?” She asked, biting her lower lip. “I am very busy right now, some other day,” I answered, struggling with the tempting urge to forcefully push her to my desk and tear off her clothes. With a flirtatious wink, she turned on her heel and gracefully exited the room, leaving me to my work and the anticipation of the caffeinated drink she would soon return with. As the door closed behind her, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her presence in my life, a beacon of light in the darkness of the mafia world.

The Jackass was flustered, and I enjoyed every second of it. “I am not a ninny!” He bellowed. “You put her up to this, didn't you?!” I rolled my eyes at his words and closed them, trying to breathe through the jumble in my head. I had to think this through. Infiltrating some mafia hotel, trying to ferret out the identity of a mafia lord who gid better than a mole in holes. I didn't like the idea of it. What if it took longer than I expected? What if he found out who we were the minute we stepped into Italy?

I could only stare, then, as Cedric pulled his hand away and licked up the remnants of my arousal that Caspar had left on his thumb. “Traitor!” I thought to my wolf. “They’ve abused us, and you’re making me aroused!” “We have not one mate, but two, beautiful and perfect,” she purred. “How could I resist?” I felt sick, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to stop the twins as they reached for my towel. I stood, letting my wet hair cascade down my back, and bit my lip as I looked down at them. But just as their fingers brushed the bottom of my towel, they both pulled away.

I step into the dimly lit room, the air thick with smoke and the smell of expensive perfume, my eyes land on the two men in brown Italian suits, tens of guards behind them. “Mr Deluca!! I didn't think you would actually come” one of the twins says his eyes following me as I take a seat opposite them “Let's go straight to the point gentlemen,” I say my eyes narrowed. They turn to each other, smiles on their face, “Well we heard about your little situation” the first twin says leaning forward his brown eyes meeting with mine. “Yes little situation and we think we have the solution to it” The second twin does the same, a smirk on his lips

I follow New Mikhailov's hate-filled stare and almost fall back on my arse when my eyes clash with the chest of the angry giant that pursued me earlier. Hold up. Hold up. The longer I stare at him, the more confused I become. How on Earth are there two Ramsey Mikhailovs? The new Mikhailov – that's what I'm calling him now, advances until he's standing nose-to-nose with old Mikhailov. Are they evil twins? I would'nt be surprised. They even sound the same. This is the fucking Mafia we're talking about. "I should be asking you that. Did you honestly think I would stand aside and watch you take my place?"

That was wild. * * * There is a special place in the mall where the rich whores go for dicks. A VIP place. It's exclusive. All the trollops that troll the mall for dicks go there. So many whores prowl the mall, and the twins are no exception. They're away from their uptight mother and want to get fucked. That's where they'll get pounded hard. And they'll be paid. They're providing a service to the husbands that are dragged along by their wives--or fathers by their daughters.

Though their grandfather handles the main from Italy, and whispers were circulating that after the twins were born, one of them would replace their father. Alexandra – the twins’ mother was eyeing Ace, his first born. He has the personality of handling the mafia and putting it in good hands always. She doesn’t want to take the twins away from the social environment she’s born in, so as much as possible, she grabbed the opportunity to take the kids outside the mafia’s mansion and let them be kids. Right now, they’re on the mall and the kids went to the toy section and pointed at the same toy car, men that followed them and watched every moved they made looked worried because there’s only one

If, in her quest for power, she hadn’t just handed over the last shred of her soul. The days turned into weeks, and Aurora’s life grew increasingly complicated as she danced around the mafia boss’s desires and schemes. She was forced to perform for him, to entertain his guests, and to submit to his every whim—all while keeping up the act of a willing participant