Chapter 2: Marked By The Mafia King

Katarina Pov

Outside the Club

My panties were still damp.

I didn’t know if it was fear or lust.

But when I looked up at the night sky outside the club—I knew I’d changed.

I slumped back against the cold metal bench, trying to scrub the memory out of my head.

The kiss. His voice. His hands.

It felt like a dream—until I remembered how hard I was shaking.

No. It happened.

All of it.

Sitting next to me, Selena booked us a cab and fixed her eyes on her phone. It was about midnight, the city streets were empty except for a few late-night wanderers. I shut my eyes, but images from the club continued to flash behind them.

Minutes later, a car showed up. As we hopped in, the driver barely said anything, and the quiet between us was hostile. I gave Selena a quick look. She sensed my unease.

"What then happened in there? "  Selena asked in a hushed voice. She looked across at me, worry written on her face.

I let out a nervous breath, the events from the club all at once running back to me. "Sel, I'm not sure even where to begin. I... felt I made a mistake. I was in the wrong place, but then...“ Not knowing how to say it, I drifted off.

“Sel... I don’t think it was an accident.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

“He knew my name.”

"Take your time," she said gently. “What happened, Kat?”

I could feel my hands trembling as I spoke.

“I met him,” I whispered. “The man in the VIP room. The Don.”

My throat tightened.

“I kissed him. Or... maybe he kissed me. I don’t even know anymore.”

I paused, voice shaking.

“But I liked it. And that’s what scares me the most.”

Selena’s gaze softened, but she didn’t interrupt. She just listened, her eyes steady and kind. “And then?”

I sighed deeply. “Then Massimo—some club owner—started shouting. Said I wasn’t the one they were waiting for.”

I let out a broken laugh. “My first kiss was in front of strangers. With a mafia king.”

“I'm sorry you had to go through this,” she repeated thoughtfully. “You need to report to the police first thing tomorrow.”

I nodded. “I nodded slowly.

“Exactly. I should be terrified. But instead… I felt drawn. Like I wanted more.”

I covered my face. “God, what’s wrong with me?”

Selena’s voice was gentle. “Kat, you don’t need to figure this all out right now. You need to be careful, though. You know that this is not something you should get involved in no matter how tempting he is.”

I looked out the window, trying to shake the image of his green eyes. “I know. But it’s like... I was already in too deep the moment I walked into that room. I can’t undo what happened.”

The rest of the ride was quiet. When we got to my raggedy apartment, the driver dropped me off, and I waved Selena goodbye. I slipped into my room from the window, not to alert my brother Mateo, and immediately rushed to the bathroom.

I started taking off all my clothes, trying to wash off the stink of the club from my skin. I closed my eyes, replaying everything in my head.

I reached between my legs. Still wet. Still aching.

I stared at the stickiness  on my fingers, confused. Embarrassed.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whispered.

Was that... arousal? Pre-cum? Leftover heat from his touch?

I hated how my body still reacted. Hated that it remembered him so clearly.

How I felt hot and an intense ache in my pussy when he grabbed my nipples and twisted the tips in front of everyone..the excitement of everyone watching. This is wrong.

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts out. I wasn’t like this. I couldn’t be.

I hurried to take a shower, and as the water ran over me, I noticed how turned on I still felt, A contrast to the guilt that was still eating at me. “One kiss shouldn’t ruin a girl. But mine did.”

Vittorio’s De Luca POV

At the same Club

I wasn’t here for pleasure. Not tonight.

Massimo, the club’s owner, had arranged a meeting for me with one of his associates in the back room. A deal for a shipment. Drugs. Guns. The usual. But the kind of deal I didn’t make regularly. You see, the risks were higher, the money better. It was a run that would solidify my reputation further, something that would make a mark in the underworld.

 The deal was done, the money was exchanged, and everything was set.

Massimo had been eager, as usual, to please. After the meeting wrapped up, I stayed in the private VIP booth with my Right-hand man, Marco, by my side and my bodyguards. The club was the perfect place for a man like me. Dark corners, pulsing lights, beautiful women, none of them ever quite interesting enough to hold my attention. But they were here, and so was I.

Massimo circled like a dog eager to impress. “The girls are all lined up for you, Don. I’ll have them come over now. "If you're looking for something to... relieve the stress of the day," he continued, leaning back against the wall and waiting for my reaction.

I looked at Marco, standing silently next to me and observing the scene come together. I didn't need to respond straight away. I already knew that he was offering women. The club always had a lineup. But lately, nothing had seemed to catch my eye.

Massimo waved a hand toward the door as a bunch of models and beautiful ladies entered the room. “They’re all beautiful, every single one. I’ll send them over. Let me know if you see anyone you like.”

I could feel the heat of the room pressing against me, a dozen beautiful women walking by, none of them even making it to my table. Nothing made me feel alive.

Massimo, seeing my disinterest, hurriedly pitched ‘’One of the girls is coming, she is running quite late, I’m sure she will be to your taste’’

I took a slow drag from my cigar, trying to relax, but the tension lingered. It was always this way after a deal. The thrill of power, the high of success, but an emptiness beneath it all that nothing ever seemed to fill.

Minutes later, the door creaked silently.

Then I saw her.

She stepped in like a genie with curves—stopped cold like prey spotting the predator.

Her hips swayed without trying. Her eyes darted everywhere but toward me.

She didn’t belong here.

And that made her perfect.

“Kneel,” I said.

And she did.

Not because she wanted to. But because the fear in her legs made the choice for her.

Good. Fear made her genuine. It peeled away all the pretenses, leaving behind rawness. I leaned back slowly in my chair, letting the silence stretch. My eyes traced every inch of the curves of her body, taking in the delicate way her shoulders were shaking, and the nervous way she bit her bottom lip every single time.

"What's your name?" My voice was quiet and unhurried, yet it carried dangerously through.

"Katarina," she whispered, her voice barely audible, full of uncertainty.

"Katarina," I repeated the name, rolling it off my tongue slowly, tasting it. Her eyes widened slightly as if hearing her own name spoken by me somehow solidified this dangerous reality.

She wasn’t running. She wasn’t begging. And that captivated me even more.

"Do you know who I am? You don't know?" My voice was silky but demanding. She nodded quiveringly; I moved in my seat, leaned forward slightly to cover the distance between us. My eyes stayed fixed on hers, and every second, I could feel her pulse quickening.

Her body tensed a bit, but she remained still. Her mind racing with theories she couldn't say, I could see her weighing her options.

"Don't worry, sweet girl Katherina," I said, almost mocking her. "I'm not going to hurt you chikito... not yet."

She managed to force the words out, shakingly. “I... I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.”

Massimo, standing off to the side, barked at her to show me what she could do.

She kissed me—awkward, inexperienced, trembling.

And it lit something inside me.

No woman had ever made me hard with just one kiss.

I grabbed her—breasts soft, warm, real.

She gasped. I didn’t stop.

I wanted to bend her over the table and claim every inch.

But I waited. I always waited—until they begged.

The room was silent, every person around us frozen. I savored this moment, the balance of power firmly in my grasp.

I allowed myself a slight smile, watching her closely. She was beautiful, yes, very, Very Sexy.

I reached slowly with one finger, pointing her chin upward. She gasped slightly but stayed close, staring at me. Very good, girl.

"You're not supposed to be among them, are you?" I muttered harshly, knowing fully well that she was not. Her presence had been an accident, a mistake, but a fortunate one.

"No," she admitted softly, voice trembling. "I'm sorry."

Her breath hitched sharply, eyes widening in shock. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but before she could say another word, the door burst open, and another lady walked in, almost with her curves but not as perfect or as beautiful. She must be the one whom she was mistaken for

"Boss, there's been a mistake. She's not the one." Massimo’s voice was strained, fearful of my reaction.

I pulled back slowly, never taking my eyes off Katarina. Her relief was evident, but beneath it, I could still sense her confusion, the lingering heat from my touch still painting her cheeks red.

"Let her go," I finally said, my voice quiet but firm.

She quickly stood, rushing toward the door. Just before she slipped away, I glanced back at her, 

Yes, Katarina  was a mistake.

She may have walked out that door.

But the moment her lips touched mine...

she stopped being free.

I’ll find her.

I’ll claim her.

And I’ll make sure she begs to never leave again.