The Mafia Kings Plaything
Marie Jessette · Ongoing · 231.8k Words
Introduction
His words cut through me, making my chest tighten with fear
"You're ours, kitten," he murmured, his gaze locking with mine, stealing the air from my lungs. "You will be claimed, controlled, and touched in all the ways I choose. Do you understand?"
"I... I understand," I whispered, my resistance crumbling under the weight of his dark green stare.
"You’ll lay before me, Katarina," he growled, "and show me just how desperate you are for me."
Katarina’s world is broken when her brother Mateo dies trying to settle her crippling debt, a debt her father had bargained for by selling her to Mafia Don Giordano. Fleeing to escape her fate, Katarina’s brother attempts to repay the debt of her sale by collecting from Vittorio De Luca, Giordano’s ruthless rival. When that goes wrong, her brother is murdered, and Katarina is kidnapped by the very man responsible. Vittorio, a brutal mafia lord, to settle the debt, he takes her, seeing her as his prize. In the deadly rivalry between two mafia kings, Katarina is caught between vengeance, submission, and an undeniable lust for the man who now owns her, an attraction that may either destroy her or set her free.
Chapter 1
## DARK CONTENT AHEAD ##
This isn't your sweet fairytale.
It contains twisted love, raw lust, broken minds, graphic sexual content, explicit language,brutal men, and dangerous obsession.
If you're sensitive to violence, non-consent, trauma, or dark psychological themes — proceed with caution.
You've been warned.
Katarina POV
In the Club
The moment I stepped into that club, I knew something was wrong. The air was thick with sweat, smoke, and sin.
My skin prickled. My throat closed. I could barely breathe. The music didn't just pound—it thundered in my chest like a warning. Too loud. Too hot. Too many hands brushing too close.
"Kat, you good?" Selena's voice cut through the bass, barely. She was all glitter and giggles, lost in the party haze. I wasn't.
"Yeah. Just need some air," I lied. Every eye on my body felt like a hand, and my skin couldn't take another second of it.
Selena caught the look on my face and nodded. "Take five. I'll be fine."
I didn't look back.
I slipped through the rear exit and into the hallway, where the music turned to muffled thumps. Cool air kissed my neck. I exhaled—finally.
I pushed open a random door at the end of the hallway. I didn't ask where it led. I just wanted quiet.
It clicked shut behind me.
Then I heard the voice.
"You're late."
The voice cracked like a whip.
A man stood at the far end—dark hair, sharper jaw, sharper eyes. And the way he looked at me? Like I'd just signed my own death warrant.
"I—I…"
The words died on my tongue. My heart kicked against my ribs.
He was already moving.
"You don't keep the Don waiting."
The slap came before I could blink. Heat exploded across my cheek, and the room spun sideways.
I stumbled back, the sting on my cheek blooming like fire.
"What…?"
His voice dropped like ice water.
"You're late. And the Don hates waiting."
What was this? Why was he looking at me like I belonged here?
The door was behind me—but the room felt like a trap. My mind scrambled for exits.
There were none.
Behind him, a row of girls sat like statues.
Lips painted, legs crossed, barely covered in skin-tight fabric.
They didn't speak.
They just watched—like vultures sizing up the next carcass.
He stepped closer. That's when I saw the gun in his belt.
My breath caught mid-throat.
This wasn't just a mistake. This was danger.
"Don't play innocent," he growled. "Come. Show the Don you know how to behave."
Panic surged.
This wasn't confusion anymore—it was a nightmare.. I was in the wrong place. II needed to run.
But my legs refused when he gestured to the chair where he sat.
The Don.
He didn't need to move.
He just sat there, watching.
Chilling green eyes. Slicked-back hair. A face carved from power.
Two bodyguards flanked him—guns visible.
He wasn't a man.
He was danger
He watched me with those predator eyes—green, gleaming, unreadable.
No words at first. Just silence.
Then, he spoke.
"Kneel."
One word. Smooth. Dangerous. Like oil over a blade.
My knees buckled. I dropped. Not from obedience—fear did that for me.
He leaned forward, elbows on the table. Eyes still on me like I was a thing to be unwrapped.
"Pretty face," he murmured. "Even better body."
A pause. A smirk.
"You'll do."
My voice trembled.
"I—I'm sorry. I think I walked into the wrong room…"
I didn't know what I was apologizing for—existing? Breathing? Looking too soft?
He arched one brow, amused.
"No, sweetheart." His voice dripped poison and pleasure.
"You're exactly where you're meant to be."
I shivered. Not from cold. From him.
Before I could speak again, the one who'd slapped me stepped closer.
"Show the Don what you've got."
I froze.
Every part of me said no.
But the room screamed yes—guns, eyes, heat, danger.
I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe.
But when you're surrounded by loaded weapons and loaded stares—you obey.
My feet carried me forward like I was sinking in quicksand.
His eyes followed every inch of me. I hated it. I wanted more of it.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I leaned in—because I didn't know what else to do.
My lips met his. Soft. Unsure.
He didn't respond at first.
Then he grabbed me.
One hand on my chest, rough and claiming. The other on my hip.
I gasped. My nipple slipped from the top of my dress. His thumb was already there.
He rolled it slowly, deliberately.
Pleasure hit me like a wave—and I hated that it did.
His tongue slid into my mouth. Not a kiss. A warning.
My thighs clenched. Shame and heat mixed in my core.
He pulled back, eyes locked on mine.
He looked at me like he was undressing me in his mind.
Like he could take me right there in front of everyone—and enjoy my shame
It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. His lips were cold at first, but they became possessive. I could feel the power in the way he took my full lips in his mouth, his dick had become erect poking my thick lap, My nipples hardened and a slight moan just escaped my lips.
When he broke away, I barely had time to collect my breath.
Then the door opened again.
Another girl entered—curvy, confident, polished. I could see it in the way she held herself as if she belonged here.
The man who had slapped me rose up and glanced from the woman to me, his eyes widening in realization. "Wait, no! You're not her."
I barely had time to digest it before he was shouting at me. "Get out." "You are not the one."
I didn't wait to be told twice.
I turned and ran, heart pounding, lungs on fire. "I shouldn't have looked back. But I did." before I turned back and ran.
My tits bounced with every step. I shoved them back into my dress, humiliated.
I didn't stop until the lights of the main club swallowed me.
My shape, my curves, had always placed me in awkward places, receiving unwanted attention. Now this.
I stopped only when I broke through the doors and back into the main area of the club, I put my tits back in place, the air heavy with people, the lights flickering, and laughter still ringing in my ears.
"Kat!"
Selena's voice broke through the fog. She grabbed my arm, her face pale.
"Shit, Kat, you're shaking," "What happened?"
I couldn't answer. I could barely breathe. "I… I need to leave." I gasped now, words flying out in a rush.
"We're leaving," she said firmly, dragging me out into the night.
"I can't..." My heart still rushing in my chest, I mumbled, unable to talk about it.
She softly reached for my arm. Come on, we're heading out.
Cold air hit my skin like mercy.
But it couldn't erase what just happened.
I couldn't stop shaking. Couldn't stop feeling his hands on me.
That kiss. Those eyes.
The Don.
And the terrifying thing was—
A part of me wanted to go back.
But just as Selena pulled me into the street, I looked over my shoulder
and there he was.
Standing at the door. Watching me leave.
And smiling like he'd just found his favorite toy.
I hadn't escaped.
He'd let me go.
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