Dark BWWM Mafia Romance | Mafia Possession (Boston Irish Mafia Romance Book #4)
Callum is thicker than a snicker and the funny, sexy, gigantic brother used as the mafia “muscle” for most of the series. This book reveals more about Callum than I have teased in the past three books and we have another smutty as hell second chance romance on our hands. This arranged marriage romance book starts off with a surprise wedding at gunpoint.
Many of your favorite characters from the series will also be in this story. I just want to give you a little taste of what’s to come with the first chapter here, so I hope you enjoy it.
Here are the steamy tropes you can expect in this book…
an extremely dominant alpha male with a sexy size difference
a STRONG black female character who uses her wits at every turn
our first biracial female lead in a main series
a second chance romance
a slight age gap romance
a brother’s best friend romance
first-time spicy scenes
lightly kinky romance scenes (very hot, but not disgusting)
a litttttle bit of dub-con
Zariyah had one appearance in another book series, but in this story, she returns to Boston to start a bookstore with her best friend, Kalani. She left Boston years ago to get over a traumatic heartbreak.
It doesn’t take long for the Irish mob to discover Zariyah’s return and kidnap her for their own nefarious purposes.
This story is dark and the content in this book is not suitable for all readers, especially sensitive readers.
Callum is a fierce alpha and the scenes with him and Zariyah will absolutely make you GUSH.
While events in this book were spurred by events in Book #1, Book #2, and even Book #3 all the books in the series may be read as standalone stories. As always, keep scrolling to read the first chapter in the book FREE.
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Romance Novel Excerpts | Mafia Possession | Dark Mafia Romance
Chapter One
ZARIYAH
Then
The night of my combo birthday and graduation party is my last night in Boston and I have the perfect last hurrah planned out to perfection. Tonight, I’m confessing my feelings to Callum Murray – my older brother’s best friend. I’ve been waiting to turn eighteen so I can sacrifice my virginity at the altar of the sexiest man alive, and I have my two closest friends as my support team to give me the courage to make my dream come true. I don’t want to leave this city a virgin.
Callum is everything and tonight, I’m going to give him all a guy ever really wants – sex. He’s tall as hell, about 6’8”, lifts weights, has a thick head of hair, an ass like two watermelons, an enormous body stacked with muscle, and he has this sexy deep voice that instantly gets you wet. It’s not like interracial relationships are taboo like they were when my parents got together – I can get a white guy if I want to. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to lose my virginity to a fine ass white guy, even if he’s my brother’s best friend.
I mean… that makes it even better because it’s like an adventure, secret, and conquest wrapped in one. My brother Lamonte doesn’t control me and even if he finds out, Callum could totally kick his ass. I just have to get Callum to act on the desire I know he has.
It’s his best kept secret, but I know that Callum Murray is into me, even if he hardly says three words in my presence. I’ve been dumb, I’ve been naive, and I’m only eighteen, so I get it. But I know Callum’s different.
There’s something that bonds us together even if I’ve always been too young for him and totally off-limits because he played football in high school and college with my brother. Those limits won’t matter tonight because I’m finally eighteen years old and I go after what I want. Always have. Always will.
I fluff out my curls in the mirror and spin around to take a look at my ass. It’s flatter than a pancake. I thought a long teal gown would make my booty pop, but it didn’t work at all.
I’m one of those unlucky black women who didn’t get much of an ass. I quickly turn around to avoid the hot shame rushing to my cheeks. My boobs look good though, so instead of fixating on my lack of assets, I scope out my chest in the mirror to make sure I’m ready for my night of seduction. Thankfully my boobs are less disappointing. I hope they get bigger…
My best friends Kalani and Sophia are in my bedroom with me getting ready for the party and vying for space in front of the mirror. I move aside so they can check out their outfits.
Because of my brother’s new NFL contract, he’s going all out on this combo party for me and I’m so freaking excited. I’ve never had a celebration like this for my birthday and Lamonte got a professional party planner to plan everything down to the very last detail. He bought my parents this new house last year, and it’s weird to live on the rich side of town over in Brookline after growing up in a tiny apartment with my brother and parents.
Everyone we know will be here soon, my brother’s friends from his college football team before he got drafted, and family from out of town. The house has over fifteen bedrooms in it, so it’ll be easy to drag Callum off somewhere to do the deed without getting caught by my brother, parents or anyone else.
Everyone in New York City starts having sex when they’re like… twelve. I don’t want to be the only person at NYU who hasn’t done it yet.
“How do I look?” Sophia asks, checking out her ample ass in the red dress she picked for the party from my closet. As she whips her braids around, Kalani and I examine her outfit closely. She looks way better in that dress than I do and red goes great with her skin tone.
Sophia has tawny skin and she’s biracial too, although she’s mixed with black and Chinese. I give her a thumbs up to show my approval for the dress. She looks hot as hell.
Sophia is the shortest of our friend group, only five feet tall and plus-sized, but she has an ass that could make anyone envious of her figure. Kalani gives her some verbal encouragement before moving in front of the mirror to scrutinize her own outfit.
“You look damn good, girl,” Kalani answers loudly before I can. “Red is your color. I should have tried this dress on before today. The teal makes me look weird.”
Kalani squeezes her boobs together and shakes them in the mirror before releasing them, apparently satisfied at how well the yellow dress holds her boobs together, even if she’s not a fan of the color. Kalani has a video vixen body with perfect proportions and she’s been that way since we were all in middle school.
“Shut up,” Sophia says with a smile. “Yellow does not make you look weird. You would look good wearing a trash bag.”
“Not with all these damn rolls,” Kalani mutters, grabbing her stomach and jiggling some of her belly fat in front of the mirror. Belly fat or not, Kalani has a body that a lot of women would pay for. I meticulously pull apart a few of my curls to make the pattern more defined, but I’m ready to leave my new bedroom and head downstairs to the action. Callum will be here soon.
I want to go downstairs to the food table so badly and soothe my anxiety with jumbo shrimp, but I wait for my friends to finish messing with their dresses and their hair. When they’re finally ready, Kalani links arms with both of us.
“We’re doing it,” Kalani says. “We’re graduating and starting a bookstore together while going to college. Life is gonna be awesome.”
“And,” Sophia adds. “Zariyah is gonna get some dick tonight.”
“Sophia, please… Don’t hype it up,” I tell her, suddenly embarrassed now that I’m wearing a revealing dress and moments away from seeing Callum again in real life – not just talking about it.
“You haven’t stopped talking about him all week,” Kalani calls me out. “Don’t act like you ain’t excited to see Callum’s fine ass.”
I can feel my cheeks getting red with embarrassment even if it’s true. Kalani loves watching me squirm and get all embarrassed when I have to talk about my feelings for Callum. It’s one thing to stare at the way he fills out a t-shirt, but emotions are another story entirely. Sex is cool, emotions aren’t. That’s the rule in our generation.
“Whatever,” I say noncommittally. “We all need to get some dick tonight. Let’s go get some snacks so we can get our energy up.”
I’m not an expert on sex but I know it burns calories. I bet having sex with Callum could burn thousands of calories, he’s so damn big. I’ll need to eat at least a dozen jumbo shrimp.
“We don’t need snacks,” Kalani says. “We need drinks. If we get drunk, sex will be easier. We can easily sneak liquor without your parents noticing.”
I nod along with Kalani’s plan. She’s my local sexpert since she’s had a boyfriend.
“I already planned for that,” Sophia chimes in as we walk towards my bedroom door together. None of us can walk in heels, but we’re determined to make this our night. We’re young, we’re happy, and as far as the three of us are concerned, there’s nothing that could possibly change that.
“Where’s the liquor then, hoe?” Kalani asks her, opening my bedroom door with a raised eyebrow. Sophia grins and reaches between her boobs for a small flask that none of us knew she had in there. Sophia loves hiding stuff in her bra – debit cards, stolen pens, her cellphone, and apparently we can add liquor to the list now.
We pour back as much as possible in the hallway before Sophia returns the empty flask to her bra and we walk downstairs together. My brother hoots and hollers so that the entire room full of guests stops talking once I appear at the top of the stairs. The DJ lowers the volume on the music and all eyes in the room turn to me. I wish I was desensitized to seeing my brother next to his famous teammates, but I have a physical reaction seeing him next to football superstars like Duke Callahan. It’s surreal that normal people like us could be anywhere near celebrities. My brother is a celebrity. But to me, he’s still just Lamonte. I remember what he looked like before he played football – just a skinny ass light skinned boy who was all elbows. He’s nothing like that now. To millions of Americans, he’s a damn legend. Weird.
“Everyone, welcome the birthday girl to the party,” Lamonte says with a commanding voice. “Zariyah, congratulations on turning eighteen and graduating high school. You were probably the first person I ever tackled, so I have you to thank for everything, really.”
He pauses so everyone can laugh. Lamonte was always much better than I was with people. I think maybe he was built for fame. He’s lucky he has his path all carved out for him. I feel so lost compared to my brother. But he’s my rock, and watching him work a room makes me feel so much better.
Lamonte continues his speech with a broad, white smile, “Happy Birthday, little sis. I hope this is the best night of your life. Everyone, let’s sing Happy Birthday to my little sister.”
I walk down the stairs with my best friends in tow as everyone sings to me like a princess and right when I get to the foot of the stairs, Callum Murray appears next to my brother with his arms wide open for a hug. He looks better than ever – taller, more muscular, and he’s clean instead of wearing his usual ratty gym clothes and a Red Sox hat.
He dressed up for my party – at least by Callum’s standards. Blue jeans. A red henley shirt that hugs his muscles and has a button undone to accommodate Callum’s thick neck. He looks perfect.
“Happy Birthday, kid,” Callum says in the gruff deep voice that I’m totally in love with. Then, my crush scoops me into his arms and spins me around.
Tonight is gonna be perfect.
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