The Mafia King's Temptation Novels & Stories

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

I let out a groan, almost slamming my head against a wall. But I didn't miss the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I could tell that the subtle searching I was doing quite obviously wouldn't work. I needed information strong enough to bring the mafia king to his knees along with his entire empire. And the only way I could get such information was from him himself. I needed to seduce him and make him fall for me. Or at least trust me enough to give me the information I wanted. My gaze fell on the mirror and I slowly pushed my robe to aside.

“I control this country, don’t you forget that. And soon, you’ll be my queen.” I chuckled, not too shocked by the idea of a mafia boss having priests, businessmen and even the damn president at his beck and call. He’s the king, after all. The king of Italy. I had no desire to rule anyone, but for him, I’ll be a fucking queen. “I understand that you’re excited about this wedding,” I giggled, pulling on the collar of his shirt. “But you’ll have to exercise some patience. I need to have the perfect wedding dress.”

“See you tomorrow, okay?” I barely registered her words. The warmth inside me had begun to twist into something more… urgent and distracting. I was horny. My body was reacting in ways that made my cheeks burn. “I… I can’t… stand,” I murmured, swaying on my heels. My legs felt like jelly. Camila caught me effortlessly. “Relax. I’ll take you to your room. You need to rest. You know how important tomorrow is.” “No,” I protested weakly, my voice small but laced with desire I couldn’t control. “I… I need to see Sebastian. Now. I want him…right now!”

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

“That is to forget that I am the king of this Mafia world. And in my world, nothing is for traitors." He snatched Megan up with a brutal, efficient movement. She faltered, her legs swaying from hurt. He did not respond to her whimpers, dragging her in the cold, damp corridor. Her heart beat rapidly, beating as if it was trapped in a cage and trying to run away.

Julian threatened with a loud, raspy voice. ​"The Mafia King is inside. If he hears you came and interfered in his business, your legs, arms, and heads will be ripped from your bodies!" Julian continued. ​The police officers were even more shocked to hear the declaration that the Mafia King was inside the house. ​If they couldn't even touch Julian and Axel, how could they possibly touch the Mafia King? ​"The Mafia King is here?" Ryan asked, his eyes and mouth wide open. His legs now grew so weak that he had trouble supporting his own body weight.

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

He lowered his weapon slowly, surrendering himself at that one moment. The mysterious man laughed, wild and cruel, seeing Vincenzo helpless. “The mafia king was brought to his knees because of a woman,” the man mocked. The man pulled a swift knife from his pocket. Seraphina froze, her eyes widened with horror, unable to move. Just before the blade touched her skin, Vincenzo lunged. He shoved Seraphina back, grabbed the knife by its sharp tip, blood spilling instantly. His teeth clenched, and his face twisted with pain, but he didn’t let go. In one swift move, he reversed the knife and stabbed it deep into the man’s stomach. The attacker dropped with a scream, crumpling to the floor.

“Some of you must have heard rumors from many years ago about how merciless De Luca was, and how they've killed all their men in a single night. “I am here to let you know that none of those are rumors but true. People, the older ones must have seen and known why before the fall of the De Luca family years ago, why my family was known as the Mafia king, ruler of Italy.” “So today, we revert to tradition. This entire estate is shut down. No chief, maids, Butler, gardeners, snipers, mechanics, security guards, trainers, accountants. NOBODY, and I mean NOBODY, leaves this property. “I have full authority to disable the lockout.” I paused, letting my words hang heavy in the air before continuing