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Chapter 112: Happy birthday, Slut.”

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-03 02:39:37

Katarina – POV

I woke up sore.

The good kind of sore—the thighs-aching, lips-swollen, brain-humming kind. I could still feel last night in my bones. In the bruises on my hips. In the dried sweat sticking to my lower back.

Vittorio was half-sprawled on his stomach beside me, his tattooed arm flung over my thigh. Valentino was at my other side, arm tucked under his head, the sheet barely covering his waist. Both of them out cold, breathing soft and slow.

And me?

Wide awake. Smirking like a little bitch.

How the hell did I get here?

From a bookstore-obsessed virgin at nineteen to this... sexual madwoman with two mafia kings in my bed. Correction—under me, around me, in me.

God.

I exhaled slowly, pressing my hand to my belly. Everything still throbbed. I felt full. I felt ruined. I felt... alive.

A smirk tugged my mouth.

I sat up slowly, wincing a little. My whole body buzzed. Not just from the sex—but from what came next. Velmorra was behind us. Naples was ahead. And Giordano… he was ab
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  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 112: Happy birthday, Slut.”

    Katarina – POVI woke up sore.The good kind of sore—the thighs-aching, lips-swollen, brain-humming kind. I could still feel last night in my bones. In the bruises on my hips. In the dried sweat sticking to my lower back.Vittorio was half-sprawled on his stomach beside me, his tattooed arm flung over my thigh. Valentino was at my other side, arm tucked under his head, the sheet barely covering his waist. Both of them out cold, breathing soft and slow.And me?Wide awake. Smirking like a little bitch.How the hell did I get here?From a bookstore-obsessed virgin at nineteen to this... sexual madwoman with two mafia kings in my bed. Correction—under me, around me, in me.God.I exhaled slowly, pressing my hand to my belly. Everything still throbbed. I felt full. I felt ruined. I felt... alive.A smirk tugged my mouth.I sat up slowly, wincing a little. My whole body buzzed. Not just from the sex—but from what came next. Velmorra was behind us. Naples was ahead. And Giordano… he was ab

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  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 109: Claiming Vittorio and Valentino

    Katarina – POVHis grip was fire.Rough fingers wrapped around my throat, pulling me into a kiss so deep I tasted his anger. Smoke. Whiskey. Lust. The man kissed like he wanted to destroy every memory of the cop downstairs. And I let him. Hell, I opened my mouth and gave it right back.Then—rip.My nightgown split open like paper, the fabric falling off my shoulders, baring my breasts to the chilled air and his seething eyes. My nipples tightened instantly. I knew what he liked. I wore white—white lace panties, barely-there and soaked through. I’d caught him sniffing them a day ago when he thought I wasn’t looking.“You wore these on purpose,” he growled against my neck, voice gravel and heat.I didn’t answer. I just smirked.Then I shoved him. Hard.He hit the bed with a grunt, chest rising fast, hair mussed, eyes dark.“What the hell are you—”I climbed on him, straddling his waist, and yanked his belt from his pants with one sharp pull.Click. Snap.“Kat—” he warned, but I was alr

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