Temptress Hair Mafia Novels & Stories

She was a fallen Mafia princess, more like kicked from her throne brutally for not falling in line to her Mafia Boss Daddy’s orders. It was awkward to say the least when Katia showed up to a private party a few years back, and during her aerialist routine, she looked down to see her brother fucking a Goddess on the bed below. Talk about quite the family reunion. And creepy as fuck because the Goddess Claudius was fucking had an uncanny resemblance to herself. Hey at least they were on speaking terms again and Katia recommended good fucks to her brother. He only fucked limber blondes, so Amber had worn a wig when she fucked the golden-haired pretty boy last year. “Hope that rope don’t get los

The cut hair scattered on the floor, looking messy like the hair of the other Omegas. “NO!!!! No!!! Stop!!!” I cried out desperately, my voice echoing in profound distress. The act wasn't just a physical violation; it was a significant humiliation and a degrading demotion in the eyes of our society. The hair I had once been proud of was forcefully taken away, along with the honor linked to being the daughter of an Alpha and my honor as an unmarried she-wolf. The beauty I thought I had woven into the strands of my hair, was cruelly banished.

I was forced to enter in this club, to please men, who thought this would become my life? “You’re here?” The manager enquired. “No, just my soul checked in.” My snicker faded into discomfiture when he didn’t laugh and I stood still. “Listen, if we get him hooked up, consider yourself rich. He’s the wealthiest mafia we’ve ever had. Just make sure to spill your poison on him, show him why you’re in demand…” He hyped me up uselessly and I sat down for the girls to do my makeup. “Is this, what I’m supposed to wear?” I looked at Jess, my stylist, nodding at me. A black thong and see-through bralette?

However, out there they were found in abundance. “Are you sure about this? Most of these guys are scammers. Look at that one! Five hundred off if you get four readings and then that, bring a lock of hair for a discount. I’m not giving anyone my hair.” Emmie snickered. “Of course not. I already found someone online.” “You’ve been planning this a lot longer than just today, huh?” I said through clenched teeth. “I told you I’ve been thinking about this my whole life. My mom won’t tell me the truth and I gave her the chance. Look, there she is. Madam Hera!”

When one watched too many people have their life snuffed out of them, one looked for other means to ease the emptiness. And sex had been quite the fix. Until it wasn't. The men in the mafia sucked and were as selfish as hell. That man from the club didn't look like he would suck, though. A very naughty voice quipped in my head and I felt my body strum in awareness. I could still feel his hands gripping my hair tight, his lips skimming down my skin, driving me nuts until all I could think about were those dirty words he had whispered in my ears. I rubbed my thighs together under the silly oink dress. I should have worn pants and dressed like a dammed combatant instead. Perhaps that would have

“Instead of threatening me Arsenio, did you find out information about that woman??? Because she isn't what she seems at all…. She's very sneaky and especially calculative and she moves like the wind….she doesn't show her face to anyone unless she wants to be seen!!” “What kind of bitch is that???!!!” I yelled. “From what I heard, she is either going out with someone in the Mafia or she is in the Mafia herself but either way, she is a very dangerous woman.” “Find that bitch for me and do it as soon as possible!!!!!” “It seems like you didn't understand or comprehend a word I just said…that bitch is dangerous and I would not want to associate myself with anything that has to do with her!!! Sh

I begged, tears blurring my vision, but she just shook her head slowly. “Yes…that’s where the charm is, right?” she sneered. I shook my head frantically, but before I could say more, she started hacking at my hair with the scissors. I cried out, powerless to fight back, the whiskey still made my head spin, my body too weak. “Wow, she looks so beautiful now,” one of the girls mocked, snickering. “Bring me the dye!” Morgan barked. Someone rushed forward with a box of hair dye. My vision was swimming from the alcohol, but I could still see Morgan’s cruel smile.

I said, looking straight into his death stare. “No?” He shook his head slightly and continued, “Every whore works for someone. Is it the madam of an underground whorehouse that is in need of money or one of those useless scumbags that want me dead?” His upper teeth grazed his lower lip, biting down enough to deepen the curve of his mischievous smile as his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. At that moment, I carefully slid my hand into my purse and collected the tracker without him noticing, but I had to distract him so I could attach it to his watch.

She asked the lady and the old lady tilted her head at Leah. "Does it not bother you that he is a mafia king?" The lady asked and Leah went quiet. She stared at her lap blankly. It bothers her very much but when he said he doesn't kill the innocent. He never wanted to be a mafia king. He only became this because it was his only path to becoming a strong man. With this his being a mafia doesn't bother her. She had known him for a while back then and he had a kind heart but something still bothers her. The sword of death hung above his head for twenty-four hours. His status scares her.

My voice came out as a whisper while his fingers lingered in my hair. “Yes, if you want to learn, I can teach you all the tricks of torturing someone, from the simplest to the harshest,” he said. My eyes drifted from his dark gaze to his full lips. “You could be the She-Devil of the Camorra by my side.” Marco I had no idea what those words of mine implied, but I was serious. I wanted Angela by my side, becoming the terror of our enemies, especially her father. We’d set the world on fire together if she wanted.