The Mafia Kings Plaything

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Katarina POV

In the Club

The moment we stepped inside the club, I regretted it.

It was so suffocating and the music was thundering in my chest, and I could feel the heat from the bodies of people sweating surrounding me. The noise, the crowd, everything was just too much. I need to take a break.

"Hey, Kat, you great? Over the bustle of the club, Selena's voice hardly reached me. She was laughing and obviously having fun, but I was not.

I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "Yeah, just need some air." I needed a moment to gather myself; I was sweating and my body was attracting unwelcome attention everywhere.

When Selena saw my expression, her smile dimmed. "Okay, take a breather. She winked and said, "I'll be fine here." I turned towards the rear exit and left the packed main room moving into the hallways, the roar of the club lessening within. It was quieter back here. The thick walls muffled the thump of the music, and the air felt cooler. I found a door opened just enough at the end of the hall for me to slide in.

Not giving any thought at all. I wanted to get away from all the noise in the club.

But a voice then caught my attention on the far side of the room as soon as the door closed behind me.

"Hey!", Why are you Late?"

I halted. A man with dark hair, sharp features, his tone demanding stood across the room, gazing at me like I'd just committed some awful crime.

"I.. I.. ": My words perished in my mouth. My heart hammered in my chest.

He spat and crossed the room towards me, saying, "You know no one keeps the Don waiting." His hand flew on my face like lightning, and before I could even know what was happening to me, a slap across my face sent me whirling for a minute.

I staggered backwards, the pain stinging on one cheek. Still in shock, I asked, "What ?"

"You're late." His voice was colder now. "The Don doesn't like being kept waiting."

I didn't get it. What exactly was this? Why was he looking at me that way? The door I came through was behind me and the space was too small to leave, my mind ran seeking a way out. I was confined.

The man turned behind me to see a group of girls seated, hardly covered in the tight, exposing clothing I had seen too much of earlier. They just observed they didn't talk, I could see their eyes fixed on me like vultures waiting for prey.

As the man drew nearer, I could see the gun placed in his belt.. My breath caught. This was bad. I must have walked into the wrong place.

"Don't try to play innocent," the man continued, voice low and cold. "Come here and show the Don you know how to behave."

Panic surged through me. This wasn't just some mistake. I was in the wrong place. I had to get out, but every part of me froze when the man gestured to the chair where the Don sat.

The man at the table had eyes that gleamed a chilling green, he had grim features. His hair was slicked back, and he carried himself with an authority that immediately put me on edge. Beside him were his bodyguards, their guns clearly visible. He wasn't just anyone. He was dangerous.

Whenever I tried talking, the words got stuck in my throat. My feet started carrying me forward out of fear, and my body moved without my permission. The man seated at the table spoke hardly at all. He simply watched me, his eye dancing across my body.

"Kneel," he declared in a smooth voice that made me shudder down my spine.

I knelt.

The man looked at me with those fire eyes, leaning slightly forward. " Such a Nice Body and a pretty face," he said, sounding slightly amused. You'll do.

I was not sure of what to do, and it almost felt like I couldn't breathe, but I managed to get some words out. "I... I apologize. I think I mistakenly entered the wrong room.

The man arched an eyebrow, a little smile dancing on his mouth. "You are in the right room right now, sweetheart."

I shivered at the way he said it.

Before I could respond, the man who had slapped me, the one who seemed to be in charge stepped forward and gave me a shove toward the man at the table. "Show the Don what you've got."

I didn't want to move. I didn't want to be here. But the guns around me, those weapons, reminded me that I didn't have much of a choice.

I walked closer, slowly, my heart pounding in my ears. The Don didn't move, didn't even blink. He just watched me as I got closer, his green eyes intense. I could feel all the eyes on me. The girls in the corner, the men watching. My stomach twisted.

Without thinking, I leaned forward and kissed him, that was only what I knew to do as I had no experience. I tried with my tongue what I had read in my erotic novels, Instantly he grabbed my bare full tits with his large hands causing my nipples to slip off the side of my dress, damn this dress it exposed all my cleavage and curves. He then squeezed my bare soft swollen nipples, I started to feel hot and achy down my pussy he used his other finger to grip my thick ass..smacking it.

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. He stared at me like he wanted to fuck me there and then.

When he broke away, I barely had time to collect my breath before another woman entered the room. She looked almost like me, the same voluptuous figure, but older, more experienced. 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 did not even have to be told twice. I was already running so fast that my heart was racing, my legs were carrying me as fast as they could. 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.

"Katarina!" Selena's voice cut through the noise, and I turned to find her running towards me, her face filled with worry.

"I... I need to leave." I gasped now, words flying out in a rush.

She said, "Shit, Kat, you're shaking," dragging me towards the door. "What happened?"

"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.

We made it outside, the cool night air brushing my face, but it had no effect on easing the nervousness still boiling inside me. I couldn't get his face out of my head, the Don, those cold green eyes that had watched me like I was something to be owned.