Chapter 9: The Ache That Won’t Fucking Die.

Vittorio's POV - His Mansion (Same Night)

The water scalded my skin, but I didn't care.

Not when Katarina's face kept flashing in my fucking head. That trembling mouth. Those scared, soft eyes. The way her body had felt pressed against mine sent fire crawling up my cock.

I slammed a fist against the tile. "Porca puttana," 

She was under my skin. In my bloodstream and I couldn't get her out, not even when I fucked my fist in the shower.

My teeth ground together as I gripped my hard cock, stroking with furious, punishing jerks. My meat bounced off the water as my cock throbbed, about to burst with pleasure.

My balls were swollen and  aching.

Rock hard in a way I hadn't felt in years.

She was in my fucking head. Burning me from the inside out. Distracting me.

Katarina Delgado. Her trembling lips on mine.,, I stroked harder now ..Her thick ass brushing against my lap sparks firing through my cock. That wild, terrified look in her soft brown eyes—fuck, it haunted me.

It was seared into my brain. 

No woman had ever made me wake up hard, desperate, aching. Not in years.

Not since…My dead lover Fiorella

I cut the thought off. I didn't think about her anymore. That ghost was buried where she belonged….on the ground

But Katarina... she'd awakened something I'd locked away. Attraction to a woman

I pumped my hand faster, growling low in my throat, the slap of wet skin against skin filling the steam-thick air.

My muscles tensed, veins popping in my forearm as I squeezed harder.

I slammed my hips forward into my own hand, pretending it was her tight pussy squeezing me, dripping, crying out my name with those soft fucking whimpers.

I grunted, almost snarling.

"Bastarda," I cursed under my breath, my abs tightening, legs locking up.

I came hard, shooting against the slick tile, my whole body shuddering.

"Porca troia," Fucking bitch she was fucking beautiful, that dangerous little bitch.

I braced myself against the wall, heart hammering.

The Steam curled around me, heavy and suffocating.

I had to find her by all means .

She had no idea who she was running from and  what kind of man she'd awakened.

When I caught her—and I would catch her—I wasn't just going to fuck her.

I was going to ruin her.

I stepped out of the shower, yanking a towel around my waist.

My skin steamed in the open air, the light catching every hard cut of my abs, my chest, my arms.

I didn't bother with a shirt.

Let them fucking look. Let the see the scars on my chest and remember who owns this city.

I headed down the marble staircase, water dripping from my hair, each step echoing through the mansion.

Two of my men were waiting in the main hall…Ghost and Franco.

They straightened the second they saw me, standing on either side like statues.

In the far corner, hunched over a sleek black laptop, was Pietro—my tech specialist.

The twitchy genius was already typing furiously, fingers flying across the keyboard.

I walked past my men without looking at them, the towel slung low on my hips.

The air thickened with tension.

Franco shifted slightly under my stare.

"Pietro," I barked.

The tech jumped, nearly knocking over his coffee cup.

He scrambled up, clutching the laptop to his chest, his wide brown eyes flicking nervously toward me.

He was pathetic but useful.

I jerked my chin once. "Come."

Pietro rushed over, nearly tripping.

He stood there trembling, clutching the laptop.

He was already flushed, stealing glances when he thought I wouldn't notice. He'd been like this since I hired him—nervous, jittery, couldn't look me in the eye for more than a second without turning red.

I let him look. Fear made people loyal.

"Brief him," I snapped at Franco.

Franco cleared his throat. "The target is Katarina Delgado. She is Nineteen with Brown eyes. Brunette and Veryyyy….Curvy. She was last seen at Massimo's club three nights ago."

Pietro's hands shook as he adjusted his glasses, nodding frantically.

I watched him absorb every word, his fingers already moving on the keyboard—pulling up city maps, traffic cameras, facial recognition databases. No one needed to know I had stalked her at that bookstore.

I prowled closer, standing over him. 

He shrank into himself but didn't stop working.

Smart.

"Pietro," I said calmly, voice slicing through the air. "I want a full trace."

He swallowed hard, nodding so fast his glasses slid down his nose.

"Find the girl," I continued. "Track her movements. Her family. Her friends."Her phone, her socials, her habits—I want everything."

"Yes, Don De Luca," he breathed.

I turned to Ghost, who stood rigid, sweat glistening at his temple.

"Go to Massimo," I ordered. "Rip the information out of him if you have to. Get his surveillance footage, his staff records, anything. Anything that touches Katarina Delgado."

Ghost nodded hard. "We'll have everything by midnight."

I stepped closer, crowding his space, until he could smell the soap and heat still clinging to my skin.

Midnight was too slow. Way too fucking slow.

I wanted her back. Under my hand and under my control. Now.

"If you fail," I said quietly, my voice almost tender, "I'll make sure you feel every second you wasted."

Ghost swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead.

I turned back to Pietro, who was staring at me again, his breath shallow.

I smirked coldly. "Find her," I repeated. "Or I'll find you first."

Pietro flushed bright red and ducked his head, already tapping furiously.

Katarina Delgado didn't understand yet.

She belonged to me now.

And I would tear the whole fucking city apart to get her.

The ache in my cock still hadn't gone away. Not even after jerking off in the shower.

I needed a body. Something to fuck until I could think straight again.

"Franco," I snapped.

He jumped to attention.

"Bring me a girl," I said flatly. "Something soft and  stupid. A girl who knows how to kneel and shut up."

I needed to fuck someone until I forgot Katarina's face.

"Now."

Franco hesitated for half a second.

Stupid mistake.

I stepped toward him slowly, deliberately.

"You heard me," I growled low. "I said…Bring me something young. something soft. something desperate to please."

Franco nodded so fast he nearly tripped, already reaching for his phone.

I turned back toward the windows, the city lights burning through the night.

She would be under me again soon.

But until then...

I needed to fuck this ache out of my system.

Hard. Fast. Without mercy.