All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Katarina PovOutside the ClubI slumped back against the cold metal seat outside the club, trying to forget the memory of the night, the kiss, the room, the men, the power. It was like a dream I hadn't entirely woken from. Still, it was not a dream. It was real. It happened.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 kn

Katarina POVIn the bookstore“He slammed into her, stretching her wide as she moaned his name. Her hands clawed the desk, her body shaking as his cock drove deeper, deeper…”My eyes burned down the page. My thighs clenched, pressing together under the counter stool. I shifted, my knee bumping the wooden shelf as I inhaled sharply.God.This one was filthier than the last. Exactly what I needed.My panties were already damp, the soft cotton clinging uncomfortably, teasing me with every small twitch. I shouldn’t be reading this here. I really shouldn’t.But I couldn’t stop.Every line made my heart beat faster. Not because of the words. But because of who I kept imagining.Him.Not the fake fantasy man in the book.The Don.His cold green eyes. His full mouth. The way his hand gripped my tits like he owned them. The way he didn’t ask before taking—he just knew.I bit my lower lip, hard. My nipples ached against the inside of my bra. It was shameful, disgusting, the way my body reacte

Katarina’s POVMy father's eyes were on me, his resentment boiling just under the surface. His face folded in a way I could only identify as a threat, and he stood at the doorway.His voice icy, he yelled, "Get ready, Katarina." "The Giordano Cartel will be here for you. Don't force me to wait.I froze. The chill wasn’t just fear—it was disbelief. Numbness.I was being sold. Like a piece of property. Like a whore.The dream from the night before still clung to me like sweat. I could feel the Don’s voice on my skin, the echo of his belt dragging across tile, the phantom sting of his teeth on my shoulder.I had woken up dripping, ashamed, aroused—and now this?This could not be happening. I was due for sale to the Cartel, to a man I hardly knew. The anger inside me flared up, ready to burst over, but I swallowed it. Fighting would not be worth it. Not at this time. Not when challenging the rules meant I could lose my life."You'll regret this," I said quietly.He laughed. "No, darling,

Katarina's POV, Liam’s Apartment“What the hell!” I slammed the bathroom door shut so hard the walls shook.My chest heaved with ragged breaths. I leaned against the door, my heart hammering and my bare feet slipping slightly against the wet tiles.I pressed my forehead to the cold wood, squeezing my eyes shut.Liam was watching me. I felt his eyes on my body the whole time. Burning, staring, even when I ducked under the water. Even when I turned away, hoping he would leave without making it obvious, I caught him and making everything weird between us.He just stood there. Silent. Peeking through the crack of the door like some twisted predator.My hands shook as I grabbed the thin towel from the rack, wrapping it around my naked body.I could still feel the sting of soap against my raw skin. The bruises on my thighs and the soreness deep between my legs from running, from falling, from everything that had happened in the last 24 hours.I rubbed my arms roughly, trying to scrub of

Giordano’s POV, Party at Giordano House"Pop the fucking bottles!" I roared, slamming a fist into the marble as champagne spilled across the bouncing ass of a giggling blonde grinding on my lap. She squealed, laughing, not caring that half the bottle had poured down her bare back. Her fingers trailed across my chest, sticky with sweat and Dom Pérignon. Around us, the world burned gold. Bronzed skin glittered under the Mediterranean sun, cocaine dusted the rims of wine glasses like snowflakes from hell, and the prettiest whores Naples had to offer wiggled their oiled tits for whoever had the biggest bankroll or the meanest face.The pool shimmered like liquid sapphires beneath their feet. Tonight, I was supposed to take my virgin prize. Katarina Delgado. Bought. Paid for. Waiting for me to break her.The thought of her—sweet, untouched, trembling—tightened something dark and greedy in my gut. She was supposed to be tied up by now, locked in my private suite, a red ribbon around her pa