Bryan's wedding reception took place at the Bowery Hotel Ballroom and I was reminded of how rich Bryan had been.

That should have been enough to clue me in, right? But I was young, stupid and hopelessly naive when I met Bryan.

Why would I ever think a multimillionaire CEO would want a plain boring girl with parent issues?

And I thought I could last as his girlfriend without having sex with him?

But he had led me to believe that he was fine with it after I explained how much my mom's cautions still echoed in my head.

He said he would wait until I was okay, until I was able to forget my mom's voice telling me I would burn in hell for sleeping with men I wasn't married to.

“Get your head out of the gutter, girl!” Margie whispered beside me, and nudged me pulling me out of my head.

I smiled at her, a grateful smile. I didn't like thinking of my mother…

How she preached tirelessly, read the Bible to me but she didn't mind starving me or beating hell out of me when she thought I did something wrong.

I pushed all those thoughts away and walked into the hall with Margie.

“Girl, I forgot how loaded Bryan is, too bad he's an asshole.” Margie sneered and I laughed.

A waiter walked by us carrying a tray filled with glasses of champagne and Brittany snatched up two and handed one to me.

Of course the waiter didn't notice and I giggled as I took the glass from her hand and took a sip.

“Hmm” we moaned at the same time and giggled.

“Expensive stuff.” She commented. I looked around the hall, noting how there were mostly other CEO’s, models and influencers in the party.

The guest list looked pretty high profile but we managed to sneak in.

There wasn't much security and Margie somehow presented a fake invitation for both of us and mentioned something about a hacker guy she used to fuck and was still in touch with.

I had to admit, I was nervous. Would Bryan kick us out when he saw me? I mean, we were literally gate crashing his party.

But Margie said it was okay to tell his wife who I was if he tried to do that.

Cruel, but then Brittany called the shots here.

We walked around, talking and whispering trying not to blow our covers while Margie looked for a rich guy to flirt with or someone hot enough for me to hook up with.

An hour later, I was slightly tipsy and Margie was nowhere to be found and I hadn't seen Bryan either.

Wasn't it his own party? Why wasn't he here?

As I nursed another glass of champagne, someone walked up to the stage and announced the couple's entrance.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched Bryan and his wife get ushered into the hall through a side entrance.

No one would have noticed them coming in if it hadn't been for the announcement.

The glow from the chandeliers fell on them as they came up to the stage and applause erupted in the hall.

My heart twisted bitterly as Bryan's voice came through the speakers and he apologized for being late.

His wife looked dazzling, beautiful. Oh God, she wasn't just beautiful, she was sexy. She was obviously a model.

The dress she was wearing would buy out my entire wardrobe and several more.

And here I was standing here trying to fit in a cheap tacky dress. I never stood a chance.

She was the kind of woman Bryan was into. At that moment, I realized I wasn't completely over Bryan.

I turned away from the stage and asked someone for the restroom, then slipped quietly out of the hall.

I stumbled out of the hall and into the lobby, with no idea where I was going. I just wanted to be as far away from there as possible.

What the hell was I thinking? Why had I allowed Margie to drag me to this party?

And she wasn't even here…

I wasn't looking where I was going at all and the next thing I was bumping into a wall.

I stumbled backwards with a gasp and looked up.

Those eyes…could it be? No way…what were the odds of bumping into the man I lost my virginity to at a hotel in New York?

His eyes were pinned on me, taking my breath away.

Suddenly, someone walked up to me and grabbed my hand.

I turned to see a man in tattoos, looking like a gangster sneering down at me.

“How dare you bump into the boss like that? Are you a fucking spy?” He yelled.

I gasped and tried to pry myself out of his grasp.

“Leave her alone, Diego.” My hot stranger ordered. Diego reluctantly let go of me and stepped away.

“Leave.” He ordered, his eyes still on me. Diego stared between us, his eyes flashing with anger before he reluctantly left.

We stood there staring at each other, my heart beating rapidly. It was him, alright.

It was the same voice that sent heat coursing between my legs.

Seeing him more clearly now and I was finding it difficult to breathe. His stormy grey eyes were filled with something dark and possessive.

His hair was dark, his face sculpted, and tattoos covered his neck, he was jacked. His muscles bulged in the black shirt he wore.

Like they were struggling to breathe as the shirt clung to his torso like a greedy lover.

My knees suddenly grew weak and my pussy throbbed. The way his eyes darkened, I knew he knew exactly what was going on inside me.

The next minute, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of my head.

“It's you.” He growled. A shiver ran down my spine and I took in a ragged breath.

“You…must have me mistaken for someone else.” I squeaked.

He chuckled, and leaned down to whisper in my ears.

“I've never fucked anyone that felt like you, I'm definitely not mistaken.”

And just like that, common sense left me and I leaned forward and slammed my lips against his.

I had no idea if it was the alcohol in my veins or if it was the words that fell from his lips…

Or maybe it was the heartbreak of seeing Bryan again, doing just fine without me that made me so…spontaneous.

But whatever it was, I wish I had just walked out of there or never come to New York.

If only I had known the kind of man I had given my virginity to and kissed in a lobby in New York, I would have run.

It took less than ten seconds before he was taking over the kiss. Somehow, before I could realize much, he was carrying me away.

We ended up in a room, his room I assumed and he threw me down on the bed.

My head buzzed from the alcohol and arousal, he got on top of me and pinned my hands above my head.

He dropped brutal, possessive kisses over my neck and chest. He had easy access because of the strapless dress I was wearing.

He dragged his teeth along my neck, no doubt dropping hickeys here and there, marking me.

It was all I could do not to come undone right then.

His free hand moved down and pushed my dress up.

I yelped when he ripped my pants away with a growl and shoved three fingers inside me.

Three fingers? I moaned and writhed in pleasure as his hands shoved rapidly in and out of me.

Who was this man? I hadn't felt it that first night but right now…there was something dangerously addictive about him.

My mind was telling me he was dangerous and I felt it in the way he owned my body, in the way he fucked me with his fingers, mercilessly, brutally.

Like he was trying to tell me he had been way too easy on me the first time.

And I was here for it. I was loving every moment. I surrendered to him as he unraveled me piece by piece.

Ruining everything I had protected all my life because of my mom's words.

I barely registered him taking off his clothes and tearing mine off me.

When he took my nipples into his mouth, he bit me mercilessly, making me feel pain and pleasure all at once.

I was hysterical as I sobbed in pleasure, unable to touch him.

My hands were still pinned above my head, while he ravaged me with his mouth and fingers.

“Say my name, doll.” He ordered and I jerked as he tugged on my nipple with his teeth.

I started to say I didn't know his name when he whispered it in my ear.

Zayne. The name sent shivers running down my spine and something told me I had heard that name somewhere but I was too gone to think clearly.

When he tugged on my nipple again, hard and fast, I yelped his name, slipping past my lips in a breathless moan.

“Fuck…you're so fucking sexy.” He growled as he added another finger inside me.

I gasped, pain filling me. I shook my head, it was too much…I couldn't…I couldn't…

“It hurts…I…” I whimpered.

He growled and circled my nipple with his tongue, the feeling eased some of the pain and I let out a helpless moan.

“That's it, doll. You can take it.” He whispered in my ear.

He dug his fingers in deeper and I bucked, my insides starting to burn up as I felt my orgasm building inside of me.

A few more thrusts, and I was unraveling in his arms, his name falling from my lips like a helpless prayer.

But he wasn't done yet, I had barely caught my breath before he thrust his cock into me, slamming into me.

He didn't let go of my hands and I gasped as his free hand squeezed my boobs hard.

He was…breaking me. It felt too much…too much…I could almost see my mom rolling in her grave.

Her face twisted with anger and disbelief as she watched me getting fucked.

And I asked myself why I had waited so long to finally do this. The first time, it was wonderful.

But this time? It was mind-blowing. He was fucking me in more ways than one, branding me, marking me as his.

I found myself wondering if he had been gentler the first time because he knew I was a virgin.

“Fuck, your greedy little cunt feels so good around my cock.” He groaned as he released my hands and wrapped a hand around my throat instead.

He was choking me slightly and I was loving it. Was that normal? I yelped when he pulled me closer, so that my legs were wrapped around his shoulder.

My back arched and my eyes rolled back in my head when I felt his cock hit me in a spot I didn't think existed.

“Oh fuck. Yes, please…don't stop.” I blurted, my poor excuse of dirty talk made me blush but he seemed to love it.

His hand tightened around my neck until I saw stars.

“Fuck, I thought about fucking you like this every single day.” He groaned.

Really? I couldn't remember if I thought about him like that too but I definitely didn't mind getting fucked like this everyday.

Even if it was just to know my mom was squirming in her grave while her innocent daughter got pummeled.

“I want you to fuck me like this every day, Zayne. I want your big juicy cock buried all the way inside me.”

Where did that come from? Maybe I was good at this dirty talk thing.

He growled and reached down and took a nipple into his mouth. My hands dug into his hair as he sucked my boobs like he was having a meal.

In seconds, I felt another high rising inside of me and I braced myself.

My insides threatened to explode as his thrusts grew frantic, animal-like…I choked as his hands tightened around me, almost like he was strangling me.

Just when I thought I would pass out, he would ease the pressure and do it all over again.

It drove me crazy and I was screaming his name in minutes as another orgasm rocked through me.

He collapsed against me just as his own orgasm rolled out, and I felt utterly and completely destroyed and corrupted.

“You're fucking mine now, Brittany.” He whispered in my ears and I froze.

I never told him my name.

I had no idea how long I had been out but when I woke up, I found myself lying in bed.

At first, I thought it was like the first time and he must have left while I was out again.

But a quick look around told me I wasn't in the same hotel room I walked into with Zayne last night.

Last night? I wasn't sure…how did I even get here? Did I pass out or something?

Or did he knock me out? I panicked when he called my name and that was the last thing I remembered.

Why did I feel like I missed something about him? He had felt dangerous and his name sounded familiar but I couldn't remember…

What time was it? Where the hell was I? Margie must be looking for me already and losing her mind.

Right, serves her right. Maybe she would stop dragging me into things so recklessly.

I couldn't tell what time it could be at all, the room was dark and the windows were too high for me to see out of.

Why did the room have such a tangy and dark feel? Like someone had been kept here before…for a long time.

Fear ran down my spine at that moment and I got out of bed and ran towards the door wondering why the hell I hadn't tried the door the moment I woke up.

But as soon as I pushed open the door, Zayne suddenly appeared at the door looking all menacing and causing me to withdraw slowly back into the room.

I blinked severally as I collapsed against the bed. I watched him lock the door behind him.

“What the hell's going on? Where did you bring me?” I spoke, my voice sounded scratchy and hoarse.

I blushed as I remembered all the shouting I had done when we had sex.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts, embarrassed to be fantasizing like that when he was right in front of me.

“You're awake.” He said. His voice washed over me and I gripped the sheets hard to force his voice out of my head.

The more he stared at me, the more dangerous I felt he was. There was something about him…

New York, clubs…that hotel Bryan held his wedding reception…his gaze…no way. It couldn't be…

Please…no…

“Who are you?” I asked weakly, as shivers ran down my spine, my head already screaming the name I already knew.

The moment I recognized him…that was why his name sounded so familiar.

“Zayne Romano.” My heart stopped cold in my chest at his words.

Oh God. Zayne Romano. Billionaire CEO of Zayne Pharmaceuticals. But that wasn't what made him so intimidating.

It was his physique, the stormy grey eyes and the rumors…

Zayne wasn't just some CEO, even his company wasn't clean. It was just a cover for manufacturing drugs that served as weapons.

The news leaked when an employee got fired but everything disappeared hours after the news aired.

He was also rumored to be in the Mafia.

But that wasn't the most scary thing about Zayne. Women flocked around him and they were always in a hurry to get in his bed, even though they knew.

Zayne hated women and for him, they were just sex toys. And I just got entangled with that Zayne.

“I can tell you figured out who I am from the look on your face. I suppose you know why you're here too?” He asked.

His expression was blank, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he stared at me.

I swallowed painfully as I noticed how his muscles bulged with each movement.

God, he was gorgeous. I totally get those women…oh for crying out loud, Brit, shut it.

I drew in a deep breath, and forced myself to forget about how ridiculously good looking he looked.

“What am I doing here? Where's here?” I asked.

“My private Club.” He said. My eyes widened. His private what? Something clicked in my head.

Don Zayne Private Club in New York. Everyone who was anyone knew about the club.

What the hell was I doing here? My chest was suddenly throbbing. If the rumors about the club were also true, I was in big trouble.

“Why did you bring me here? What time is it? What is this?” I said all at once as I was suddenly feeling very anxious.

He walked closer to me until he was just a foot away from me. He leaned down and his hand reached out.

I thought he was going to touch my hair or kiss me or something but he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back so I was staring up at him with my neck exposed.

I gasped slightly as pain shot through my scalp.

“What are you…you're hurting me…” I protested.

His eyes darkened and his face remained expressionless.

“From today, you will watch how you speak to me, doll. You're mine now.” He growled.

My eyes watered and my neck ached. What the hell was he talking about? Oh God, does he really hate women?

Was he as bad as they said he was? Was I his sex toy now?

“Let me go, please…I have no idea what you're talking about…”

His other hand closed over my throat, tightening slightly.

“You belong to me now. You're never leaving this place again.” He said.

I coughed, but he didn't let go of me. He held on tighter and I suspected he only stopped because he was leaving room for me to speak.

“This is a kidnapping! You kidnapped me. My friend must be looking for me. You can't just take a stranger in a hotel room home with you…”

I gasped when he tightened his grip on my neck and didn't stop. I started to choke and scratch at his hand trying to get him to stop.

But he wouldn't budge. His eyes had turned darker and for a moment, it seemed like he was someone else.

Just when I thought I was going to die _ I was literally seeing stars already _ he loosened his grip and let go of me.

He stumbled away from me, his eyes reflecting a strange look, his hands clenched into fists as I scrambled away from him until my back hit the headboard.

What the hell? Was he some kind of psychopathic sadistic serial killer? Was that why he brought me here?

My mom was right after all then? The world did turn out to be a terrible place…

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked slowly, my voice breaking. I had to be sure…

“If you don't behave…all you have to do is stay still and be a good little pet, doll.” He murmured and then he turned and walked out of the room locking it behind him as he left.

What the hell did that mean? Somehow, that sounded worse than getting killed.

What was I going to do? How the hell was Margie going to find me? How the hell was anyone going to find me?

What did I get myself into? Of all the men I could have had a nightstand with, it had to be Zayne Romano.

I could see my mom laughing from her grave. She could afford to laugh. This must be her karma for spitting in her face when I had sex with Zayne.