The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

I woke up to the sound of voices. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. My body still ached from the night before. The voices grew louder. I slid off the bed, wincing at the soreness between my thighs, and tiptoed to the door. It wasn’t locked this time. “You think the mafia will wait forever?” the stranger growled. “You’re supposed to marry his daughter!.” My stomach twisted. Mafia? Marry? Brayden’s voice was calm, “I don’t take orders. Not from him. Not from anyone.”

"And wear something that says 'Mafia Queen,' not 'hiding in my room.' My tailor left a garment bag on your dressing table. Use it." I heard his footsteps fade away. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy from the stress of the previous night. I had spent hours trying to find a backdoor into my frozen accounts, but my father’s firewall was a masterpiece. That cruel man. He hadn't just blocked me; he had set a trap. If I tried to force my way in again, a signal would be sent directly to the Moretti security team. I walked over to the dressing table and unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a dress that almost looked like it was owned by Katherine Pierce of TVD. The dress was deep navy b

I was trapped, and yet there was something intoxicating about being this close to him. Then Elijah turned his piercing gaze on me. My knees weakened under the intensity of his eyes. He took my hand and whispered, his voice low and almost velvet in its danger, “My dear Liam, from the first day I saw your mesmerizing eyes, I knew you were the one for me. I was captivated. Today, you are not going to run away. Don’t even think about escaping because it won’t work. I have risked everything for you. Our mafia does not support gender-to-gender marriage. Any violation, and one of us would die. I defied the rules for you. Now you will give me everything—your body, your soul, everything—and accept th

I smirked, got out and rounded the car to open her door for her, my hand extended, ready to take her’s. She slapped it away and scrambled out. Her hands fisted her dress as her eyes fell on the people standing on the porch, ready to welcome her. I guided her slowly towards them, my hand on her waist. And surprisingly, she didn't fight it. “Everyone, I present before you my bride, Jade De Santo. She would be your new mistress, the Mafia Queen. I expect you all to accord her the same respect you give me. It would be better if I pull out your heart from your chest than for you to disrespect her. Is that understood?" I asked calmly, like I didn't just spew out threats.

"I just needed to know these few things. So I read many stories of how the Mafia stuff runs, and I think there was a part that really disturbed ne, you know the bloody sheets thing" Shawn didn't seem to understand her, so she had to explain more, which was very much embarassing. "So when a Mafia member get married, he is to get married to only a virgin and then on the wedding night they both do the 'deed' and her blood is to stain the white sheets... the next day the parents of the groom, the women were to carry those blood stained sheets and hang it so everyone could see..." Shawn busted into fits of laugher and that made her reddened, she gave his head a push.

I blinked back tears before nodding slowly. " I won't do anything stupid, the wedding will go as planned as long as you don't hurt Alexei " The monster grunted in response, although I didn't trust him, this was the only way I could ensure my little brother's safety. When my perfect sweet-natured elder sister disappeared three days before her wedding, the monster had no choice but to make me get married in her stead. The wedding would be an alliance of two mafia families, the Sidorovs and the De Lucas, if there was anything I hated the most, it was the mafia but for Alexei's sake, I would do anything, even if it meant getting married to the head of the Italian Mafia.

I had made a complete fool of myself in front of a total stranger. What was I thinking? I forced myself to sit up, as I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding headache I felt. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Then I froze. My blood ran cold as I noticed the figure sitting at the side of my bed, surrounded by four men. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. Tony. The Mafia Boss “Good morning, Callie,” he said as a smile spread across his face.

Whatever this man is doing, it's meant to provoke me. According to the clan's law, when a new bride is welcomed by the mafia Don, they expect to glimpse her sensually. They think she's just a commodity, assuming she’s part of a contract marriage. "What?" he says sarcastically. "You’re not marrying her for love. Rules are rules." "Whatever the rules are, I don’t care. What’s mine is mine, and I don’t share. She’s no slut. She’s just mine." I angrily hit the table as I feel a surge of anger boiling inside me.

All mafia. She walked over to Marco, whispering urgently, “Does it really have to be this intense? This feels like I’m about to invade a country.” “Boss’s orders, ma’am,” Marco whispered back calmly. Anna shook her head with a helpless chuckle. “I’m just going to a mall, not a shootout.” She turned to Brittany and smiled. “Let’s go.” She slid into the car, heart still hammering from everything—the morning lessons, the power she was now wrapped in, and the suffocating feeling of being paraded as Mrs. Alessandro Esposito.

The guests outside stood paralyzed in absolute shock, staring at the blurred shape of their ruthless Mafia Lord being ridden wildly by his peasant wife. "You're a crazy little bitch," Martinez growled, his face flushed, his teeth grinding as my tight walls clamped around his shaft like a vice. He couldn't take it anymore; his hands gripped my ass cheeks, lifting me up and slamming me back down to force his own brutal depth into the rhythm.