The Mafia Nanny Kiss Novels & Stories

“ When I speak to you, Katarina, you will look at me or there will be consequences.” I have had enough of his crap. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. “ Why do you care, Mister King? Why does it matter to you whether or not I’ve been kissed by another man, touched by another man, or had “that” with another man? What does that have anything to do with you? I am in charge of that, not you! You may have won me in a game of cards, but I still have my dignity and I am not one of your whores! I will not allow you to just do whatever you want to do with me. Yes, you may be a mafia boss and I may be killed for speaking this way to you, but at least I will die with my head held high and purity int

"Hmm.dont think giving me a foot massage will get you into my pants" He barks out a laugh.the sound echoing around us.startling me, I crack my eyes open to stare at him,his shoulder shaking from laughter. "I want into your pants alright.but you are not ready principessa.so I will wait patiently until you give yourself to me.i am a patient man.although it's not bad to get brownie points right?". I laugh and close my eyes back.who knew a mafia boss could be funny?. I bet not many people see this side of him.makes me feel special.

Although pleasant at first, these formalities began to wear on Miss Blum's patience. Constrained by convention, she could not initiate contact without a suitable pretext. Fortunately, one did present itself. One of the funeral homes was going to hold a raffle and all the East Side undertakers were given a handful of ballots to sell. Ida Blum, who usually handled these matters, called her daughter and asked if she was interested in trying her luck with the Weiss brothers. At her mother's timely suggestion, Billie went to Houston Street on the pretext of selling them ten raffle tickets. Irving was willing to buy all ten, but Henry stopped him, telling him that five would be enough. That confir

he snapped. Hans didn't need to reply as Annah knew that he either nodded or simply remained silent. She staggered back, refusing to believe what she was hearing. She knew what she was getting into when she made that vow with him, she knew she was entangled with a killer and a mafia lord but what she didn't expect was for him to be this brutal and strict. "No," she whispered. She didn't bargain for this and in that moment, she knew that there was nothing she could do to change the hands of time. This was final and even her words could hardly move him which was worse because she knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop this.

Luciano closed his eyes, soaking in her touch like a man who had lived his whole life in darkness and finally found the sun. "I’ll burn the world down for you," he said. Aria smiled. "Good," she whispered. "Because I’m not letting you go." And when they kissed — soft, slow, endless — the past melted away, leaving only this moment. A king and his queen. A mafia and his stepsister. Bound by blood. Forged by fire. Saved by love. ---

“It’s a scene between my character, Freya, and her new love interest, Matteo. I want to get it right. There’s this accidental kiss that needs to look natural, and I don’t want to disappoint the director tomorrow. It’s got to be a one-take thing…” The rest of her words blurred by my ears as my mind was only fixed on one word, a kiss. Annalisa was to kiss another man, even if it was just for a scene. My stomach tightened with an unexpected surge of jealousy. The thought of anyone else’s lips even coming close to hers was enough to make my blood boil. “Wait, did you just say you’re going to kiss someone?” I interrupted, trying to keep my tone light but failing miserably. She laughed, oblivious

I ask, earning a laugh. "When I looked at any other woman, I didn't feel anything like what I felt for your mother. She stole my heart and soul and I never want them back from her. They are hers forever. I knew she loved me just as much as I loved her. So one day I took a chance and told her the truth... that I was head of The Montez Mafia and she didn't even bat an eye. Right then it was confirmed that your mother was the only woman for me. Is this how you feel about Isadora?" He asked. I sigh and nod. It was an instant connection. One minute, I was thinking about fucking Brianna, then I see my kitten and Brianna became some disgusting whore who makes my skin crawl. Just the thought of her

he whispered in hunger. Her eyes widened, realizing it was not just her imagination spiraling out of control. It was actually the mafia boss. "Eros– no–" she tried protesting but he hungrily started kissing her and massaging her waist with his hand. Keisha's eyebrows furrowed and she moaned lightly, making him eager for more of her. "S-stop," she struggled to say while her body was responding to his movements. She wrapped her hand around his neck and kissed him back.

DANTE That girl literally raised her hands on me. First was bumping into me and next she slapped me for saving her from thugs that could have harrased her. She is so daring. She didn't even mind the fact that I was with a gun. My capos were stunned at the fact that I let her walk scot free without teaching her a lesson. I wouldn't blame them for thinking that way. I am Dante Morelli. My years of training right from childhood has shaped me into what I am now--a fearless and dangerous mafia boss who shouldn't be mess with.

****** His tongue rolled around my nipple, and a sweet current ran down my spine, jolting me forward, massaging this thick, hard shaft with my warm, cushiony walls. “Ralph!” I gasped, fisting the soft mane at the back of his head, pushing more of my throbbing flesh into his hot mouth. A low grunt of pleasure burst from his throat, his fingers dug into my shoulder blade, meshing our bodies together, curve to curve, skin to skin. “You’ve become very sensitive here, kitten….” He kissed the bud and twirled the tip of his tongue around it. A shudder of delight burst from my lips. “I’ve become sensitive everywhere because of you,” I exhaled, “My handsome Mafia….” I dug my fingers into his hair and