Temptress Hair Mafia Novels & Stories

Volume/Book 1: The Stylish Mafia Girl & Her Muse Mafia men have been the trend of town for ages; their dominance over the world resembles a ghost ruling the graveyard—driven by that statement when exceptionally beautiful female Simone Thompson—the ruling Mafia of Austria vows to change the belief, then destruction is accompanied by terror, action, and the everlasting love to kill for adventure.

The words landed with brutal clarity. In that moment, every doubt dissolved. “You’d destroy her,” I said softly. “If it meant keeping your place.” Terra met my gaze without flinching. “Without hesitation.” My stomach twisted violently. “You’re proposing something else, aren’t you?” I asked. She smiled. “Always thinking ahead. Yes. One final move.” I waited. “A rumor,” she said lightly. “Something public. Something tied to mafia politics. Something that makes her look dangerous instead of pitiful.”

I gave two more hard thrusts and came. I pushed her, whatever her name is , maybe Cassie or Alicia or was it Calis, whatever I don't care anyways, I pushed her off not caring where she landed. I took out my cigarettes, lit it and left the restroom. My name ? Alejandro Armani Russo The heir to the Armani Dynasty, I'm also known as the devil. I fuck girls because I can, I fuck with people because I can , afterall I have the money and power and they always come crawling back, and I don't do second fucks.

I teased. “Not that, silly.” Marissa slapped my arm as she laughed, trying to cover up the fact that she was blushing. “You did say he was considering the proposal,” I shrugged. “That was my best guess.” “Well, that wasn’t what I was trying to tell you about, Lorenzo,” Marissa said. “Through my sources, I stumbled on a draft concerning an agreement with our mafia and I couldn’t hide my excitement.” I wondered what sort of game Asher was playing. I wasn’t entirely convinced by her plans to go ahead with this deal. It felt like something wasn’t adding up but I couldn’t deny the fact that we needed it…

The Mensah Moon Estate was massive, built like a fortified castle and dripping in modern mafia opulence, fully decorated with silver banners and fresh kills to celebrate Amara’s big day. Every high-ranking wolf in the room wore expensive tailored suits and heavy gold chains, except for Rapha. He stood out like a dying rogue, dressed in an oversized shirt and frayed jeans, his face covered in dark ash to mimic a sickness. He didn’t just disrupt the elegant mafia gathering—he completely shattered the illusion.

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

With her stretched out hand, she was perfectly angled for me to keep pumping against her. "Fuck yes!" she yelled out, and I knew that she was enjoying it. I had promised she would enjoy herself when the time came and I knew that this was the time. I knew that I was building her up to the point of no return as she stopped screaming and started to pant. I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my hand and then tugged her head back toward me. She looked so fucking sexy and I couldn't help but let the beast that was trapped in-side of me, escape.

He turned his head and saw a beautiful, cold-faced woman descending the stairs with elegance. Natalie was wearing a long maroon dress with spaghetti straps. Her curves were imprinted underneath the dress. She looked elegant and sexy at the same time. Her wavy black hair was left loose at the back. Even though it did not receive proper care during her stay there, it still looked beautiful. Their eyes met. Natalie had to admit the Don’s charm in his black suit. He looked more like a real billionaire than the leader of a ruthless mafia organization. Could it be his disguise?