Temptress Hair Mafia Novels & Stories

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

A hand grabbed her hair and she was tugged into a sitting position, ‘Let me go’ She snapped struggling against the cuffs and then yelped as she was backhanded across the back of her head, ‘Silence Bitch’ The Mafia Don stood in front of her, his eyes raking over her body, leaning forward he caught the front of her blouse and tugged hard sending the buttons pinging in every direction ‘That’s better I like to see what I am buying’

He said and grabbed my hair, his mouth fully rounded as he tried to supress his moan. "Huh? You are going to make me beg? I'd like to see you try." I dared him and stroked him harder. He looked at me in a way that my feet became weak. His eyes were threatening me. I dared to say that to a mafia boss I was in for some merciless fuck.

But I'm getting close. I hum, as I dish out the delicacies which had been prepared. Lost in the melody of the song I had been humming, I gracefully begin serving some customers. Totally forgetting about my surroundings at that point. I was serving the last order, then I suddenly felt a jerk on the head. It was a hard pull. I scream, dropping the plate carelessly, thankfully on the table. The person was yanking at my hair, and pulling hard. Causing tears to sting my eyes as I yelled at the person to stop. That was when a familiar voice finally hit me, "You brat! How dare you run away, huh?! I'll kill you..."

Sarissa speaks with psychotic passion as she starts to type again, fingers clicking loudly against the keys of my poor keyboard as she continues. “She's perfect!” Sarissa says, “She’s not submissive. She's not soft. She's not your perfect Mafia's sweetheart! And she's a thorough, untamed madwoman.” My eyes meet with her glinting ones when she turns back to me again. “Imagine adding that kind of rawness to Gabi Fraser's tropes and it doesn't even end there! ” Sarissa says to me, “She has to win this Mafia man over and walk on thin ice every chance she gets, and so, to set this story to another level, I need to get practical.”

I set the glasses on the bar and begin drying them one by one. "What if I wanted the doll to make my drink?" The man asked coldly. "She can't. It's against the law for someone without a liquor license to make alcoholic drinks in any establishment." Cass replied politely and began making the man's drink. "You work for the mafia and you're worried about upholding the law?" The man laughed. Mafia!? What the actual fuck did I just hear? Cass works for the mafia? "I'm afraid I dont know what you're talking about." Cass said nonchalantly. The mysterious man smirked and looked at me. Just as he was about to say something, Rafael and his guest came walking up behind him.

Escaping the estate at eleven o'clock required the precision of a heist. I stuffed extra pillows under my duvet, shaping a faux sleeping form of me, just incase. My hands shook as I pulled a blonde wig over my dark hair, tucking away every recognizable strand that would give me away. I slid into a low-cut black silk dress—a dress that would have earned me a backhanded strike from my father. Tonight, I didn't want to be Julianna the asset. I wanted to be the girl Dante abandoned. I wanted him to see exactly what he threw away.

She fluffs my lank ponytail. “I’ll only need this to rent a place. And maybe so I can get a job until I can find something under the table.” “If I catch shit for it, I’ll claim you stole it.” She squeezes my shoulder. I gnaw my lower lip, staring down at the little piece of plastic. “Are you sure?” I meet her eyes, hold her gaze. A current of understanding passes between us. We both know the Russian mafia (bravta) organization doesn’t play.

Sandro snapped and Viso burst out laughing. He couldn't help but clap at the joke. "That is marvellous Sandro, new and refreshing. Leave the mafia and try your hand in comedy. You will earn great!" "It's not a joke, damn you! Everyone in my Mafia knows about this engagement. You have to abide by this proposal!" Sandro burst on Viso, whose reaction to the news was not less than a slap to his face. And Sandro Moretti was not known to stand insults. His anger was like a hot burning lava. "If you want peace, you will marry my sister, Viso D’angelo!"

Emelia’sPov "Let's get married,” blurted out, stopping him in his tracks. 'What the hell are you doing, Emelia?' "What?!” "Let's get into a fake relationship." I rephrased, meeting his eyes once again. It was an insane request, but one thing I was more than sure of was that I needed to make Jeffrey regret what he did, and there's no better way to do that than getting into a relationship with billionaire CEO Isaiah Lyon.