บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Kings Plaything : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Katarina POV - Outside the ClubMy panties were still damp.I didn't know if it was fear or desire.I slumped against the cold metal bench outside the club and tried to scrub the memory from my head. The kiss. His voice. His hands. The gun pressed into my back.It felt like a nightmare…until I remembered the ache between my thighs.No. It happened. All of it."Kat, the cab's almost here." Selena sat beside me, her phone glowing in the darkness. It was past midnight. The city streets were empty except for a few stumbling drunks and the occasional car passing by.I shut my eyes, but all I could see was those green predator eyes watching me run.Minutes later, the cab arrived and we slid into the back seat. The silence between Selena and me was suffocating.She finally broke it."Kat." Her voice was soft but firm. "What happened in there?"I opened my mouth…. Closed it. …Tried again."I walked into the devil’s room.""Devil?..." She waited."There were men. Guns. And this... this man." My

Katarina POV - Inside the Bookstore"Kat, you've been staring at that same page for twenty minutes."Selena's voice barely registered. I was lost somewhere else. The bookstore was quiet. Madame had left hours ago, leaving just me and Selena to close up for the night.I sat behind the counter with a book open in my lap—one of those dark, filthy romance novels we kept hidden in the back section. The kind with a half-naked man on the cover that would get us fired if Madame caught us reading them.But I needed the distraction.After this morning—the red car, those tattooed men who knew my name—I needed to forget. Even if just for a moment.The book was still in my lap. The same filthy page with the same aching feeling between my legs."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…"I read the sentence again. And again.Not because it was new. But because it made my body forget everything else.

Katarina's POV“You can’t sell me like I’m one of your broken bottles,” I spat. My father's eyes burned into me, his resentment thick and ugly. His mouth twisted not in anger, but in happiness. "Get ready, Katarina," he said, his voice icy. "The Giordano Cartel will be here for you. Don't make me wait."I froze. The chill wasn't just fear..it was the disbeliefI was being sold as a piece of property. A whore.The dream from the night before still clung to me. I could feel the Don's voice on my skin, the echo of his belt dragging across tile, the sting of his teeth on my shoulder.I had woken up dripping, ashamed, aroused and now this?This couldn't be real. I was being sold to the Cartel. To a man I didn't even know. The anger inside me flared up, ready to burst, but I swallowed it. Fighting wouldn't be worth it. Not when challenging the rules meant I could lose my life."You'll regret this," I said quietly.He laughed. "No, darling. You will."His words stung, and his tone was fina

Katarina's POV - Liam's Apartment"What the hell!"I slammed the bathroom door so hard the walls trembled.I pressed my forehead to the cold wood, squeezing my eyes shut, trying not to break. I just needed to wash it all off the dirt, the blood, the smell of my father’s betrayal still stuck to my skin. And here he was …Liam ….. He had been watching me. I'd felt his eyes on my body while I was in the shower. Burning and staring, even when I ducked under the water. Even when I turned away, hoping he would leave, I caught him peeking through the crack of the door.He just stood there watching me through the crack 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.Bruises bloomed across my thighs. My legs ached deep from running, falling—from everything that had broken me in the last 24 hours.I rubbed my arms roughly, trying to scrub off the feeling of his eyes,

Giordano's POV - His Villa (The Next Evening) "Pop the fucking bottles!" I roared, slamming my fist into the marble bar as champagne spilled down the jiggling ass of a 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. The Bronzed skin of models glittered under the setting Mediterranean sun. Cocaine dusted the rims of wine glasses. The prettiest whores Naples had to offer wiggled their oiled tits for whoever had the biggest bankroll or the meanest face. The pool shimmered beneath their feet. And tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the night I claimed my virgin prize. Katarina Delgado. Bought. Paid for and Mine. The thought of her—sweet, untouched, trembling—tightened something dark and greedy in my gut. She was supposed to be here by now. Tied up in my private suite, a red ribbon around her pale throat. A gi