Mafia's Forbidden Touch
Synopsis:
She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong.
Catherine Moretti wanted to escape her past.
As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into.
But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with!
Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's.
She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy
However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from.
And in his world, one night can turn into forever.
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Chapter 3
Catherine:
My eyes were burning as I struggled to open them, my hands both covering my face as I felt someone jumping out of the bed.
I gulped nervously as soon as the strong scent of cigarettes mixed with manly cologne tickled my nose. My eyes were suddenly wide open. At first it was his shadow that I saw, a tall muscular guy. But then my eyes landed on the huge tattoo of a serpent curled around a burning skull, it was taking up a large space on his bare back. My heart started racing in my chest, it sent terror through me.
There was only one question in my mind, and I needed to know the answer to it. I was going out of my mind.
My brows furrowed. He was only in his briefs! The scene wasn’t so bad from my corner, but why was he in my room?
I finally looked around, it was when I realized that wasn’t my room. Since my room walls weren’t red. I blinked, my hands reaching for my eyes to wipe them.
Suddenly, a horrible knot tightened in my stomach once I noticed him grabbing the clothes they were lying on the ground, right next to a very familiar blue blouse…
I narrowed my eyes. The realization hit me hard when I realized the blue blouse was mine…
I gasped, my eyes drifting down my body. I froze, my hands tightening over the blanket that’s covering my naked body.
My cheeks were heating up, as I suddenly started to realize what had happened last night…and where I was…
“What…happened?” I managed to say, my eyes couldn’t even stare at him, but looking blankly toward the white blanket that’s wrapped around me.
“You don’t remember?” His sharp, cold voice made me look into his eyes for the first time.
I only nodded, avoiding his gaze. “That’s odd…I usually leave a nice impression” His Italian accent was like music to my ears.
Oh my god, what the hell have I done? I shook my head silently.
“I have to admit, I thought you’d win the bet…” He added a smirk playing on his lips as he started to wear his black leather shoes.
“What?” I’m confused, and my head was still spinning, probably from last night or from the shock…
“I made a bet with a friend…That you’ll come back for the money” He explained further.
My lips parted, my head snapped toward him in shock, but he only continued to stare at me for a few moments, before looking away, clearing his throat nervously.
“I never lose a bet” The confidence in his voice made me even angrier, and crashed!
“So, that's what happened…You used me to win a stupid bet” I gritted my teeth, my hands holding the blanket tighter, as if somehow I was angry with it, not him. But all of a sudden, he started to walk toward my side of the bed, annoyance and anger was pretty clear on his face.
“You really don’t remember, huh?” He seemed a bit offended. All that he cared about was his stupid ego. I don’t even bother to answer him, my eyes staring blankly toward the wall in front of me.
“You asked for a price. Although it was a high price I gotta admit” His surprised face was telling me I might’ve lost it real bad last night, even worse than that time I got drunk and burnt my father’s precious car.
“I think it was worth it…Especially when I found out later that you’re a virgin” His words made me look away from him. I held my tears back.
“I mean, you were a virgin, not after last night of course!” His smirk made the tears struggling to fall down my cheeks, but I couldn’t let him win and see how broken I was. He had already taken everything away from me.
“What the hell are you doing in a place like this?” He whispered, his hand pushing my chin up to meet his gaze. He seemed really curious and suspicious.
I swallowed, but didn’t even dare to answer his question.
“You weren’t what I expected at all, but I guess it was worth every penny” He dared me to say something. How could I? He literally ruined me! I was saving myself for the right person. My virginity was gone, all because of the pervert bastard!
He stood right in front of me, leaning in, his scent made me want to vomit as I started to remember images from last night.
The way I knocked on his door, the way I threw my body against his, and the way I kept kissing him even though he tried to stop me…
Oh my god! It wasn’t just him, it was me!
My heart dropped as I remembered every little detail…I wanted him last night just as much he wanted me!
It was me! All along! I started it, but he didn’t stop it either!
I gulped, staring right into his black eyes. “Something to remember me with, Catrina” He called out my name, and I suddenly remembered him moaning my name like that last night…
It was wrong, but him calling me that way made all my anger fade. All of a sudden it was so dangerous to stay close to him
I knew it wasn’t the right time to admit it, but was it fair to say that him being so close wasn’t just dangerous but also was turning me on? I closed my eyes, then opened them only after a few moments to see the wide smirk back to his lips.
“It’s good to know you’ll remember me as your first,” He said before leaning closer to me. I flinched. My sudden move made him pause before he looked deep into my eyes.
“I don’t know what brought you to this place,” His words made me feel so terrible, it’s the same my mother would say if she knew about this…It was heartbreaking!
“But girls like you don’t usually belong here” His words sank deep in my heart, it was as if he knew me too well to spit them out.
The guy suddenly grabbed a pile of money from his coat. then threw it on my side of the bed.
“I hope this will make you stay away from this place…” He said with a serious tone.
I frowned, still confused. “You don’t understand…” I didn’t know why I felt the urge to explain what I did last night, but I just continued to stare blankly at him, frozen and tongue tied as he made his way out of the room.
So, after he took advantage of me and used me, he was trying to be a gentleman? That was the weirdest thing I had ever witnessed!
I looked down at the pile of money on the bed. I couldn’t believe that was actually happening…I couldn’t believe I’d become that person! I sold myself to a stranger for money!
Tears were too heavy inside my eyes, struggling to fall, but I couldn’t even cry.
My head was still spinning as I jumped out of the bed, my knees were trembling and I didn't even dare to look behind me, still denying the fact someone already took my virginity on this bed, terrified to even see the mark of my virginity between those white sheets.
My eyes started to scan the room, searching for my clothes, since I wasn’t wearing any…
I squinted once I spotted my black jeans lying not so far from the bed, reaching out for them, my eyes caught something else, a flash drive.
I reached for it, and grabbed it from the floor. I was sure it belonged to him. If someone as rich as him was carrying such an item in his coat, then it meant it was very important to him! Whatever this flash drive held, it must be important…important enough to keep on him at all times…
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9.5
"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me.
God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time.
He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely.
I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone.
"Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum.
No.
No, no, no.
"Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed.
"Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds.
"Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules."
I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time.
I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this?
But where would I run to?
I was trapped.
And the worst part?
They were enjoying every second of it.
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]
7.4
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
8.3
Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice.
Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down.
He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?
9.1
Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister.
Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on.
Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago.
There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about.
And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.
7.9
After growing up in an orphanage, Corrine thought marrying billionaire Cristofer Clarke would finally give her a loving family.
But her husband didn't care about her; he was busy hosting a late-night pool party with a Hollywood actress while she went into agonizing premature labor.
During her emergency C-section, Corrine nearly bled to death alone, and her newborn daughter was sent to the NICU fighting for her tiny life.
But nobody told Cristofer the truth about her suffering. A corrupt nanny easily framed Corrine as an unstable mother who starved his unborn heirs.
So he ruthlessly ordered his team to lock her in a psychiatric ward, while his aristocratic mother and sister stormed her ICU room, throwing a relinquishment contract onto her bleeding surgical wounds.
"We're actually doing you a favor, sweetie. Because honestly? Who knows who the father of those premature freaks really is."
After surviving hemorrhagic shock and watching her husband walk in to look at her with pure disgust, her last shred of hope completely shattered.
Sitting up with fresh blood soaking her torn stitches, Corrine ripped the contract to shreds and stared dead into his eyes.
"That's right. I'm just in it for the money. Get your checkbook ready, Cristofer. I'll see you in court."
9.2
I was sold to Damien Russo, the ruthless Don of Chicago, as collateral in a shipping route transaction. I was expected to be a silent, obedient bride in a cold, loveless marriage.
But the moment I stepped into the Russo estate, I realized my new family wanted to completely destroy me.
My mother-in-law, Eleonora, and her arrogant relatives immediately targeted me. They set traps in the solarium, mocked my late mother's heritage, and tried to force me into humiliating submission using their strict mafia traditions. They wanted to break my spirit so Damien would replace me with the bride they actually wanted—a purebred mafia princess. They expected me to cower in fear, isolated and helpless, while the whole family watched my public humiliation and waited for my downfall.
Did they really think I was just a fragile girl who would cry and run away? They completely underestimated the survival instincts of a woman who grew up in this bloody world. I learned long ago that tears are worthless.
"My rules are simple. Vendetta is a two-way street."
Instead of breaking, I smiled. I weaponized their own legendary ancestors and the sacred promise of an unborn heir to trap the Matriarch in her own rules, forcing her into a suffocating silence. If they wanted a war for the throne, I would gladly show them exactly why I am the undisputed Mafia Queen.