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.

BRITTANY'S POV

I had no idea if I fell asleep again but when I came through a few moments later, I found Zayne staring at me.

The look in his eyes was obsessive and possessive and bordeline insane. Why was he staring at me like that?

Like I was a piece of meat he wanted to tear apart. And why the hell did I find it ridiculously hot?

I scrambled away from the edge of the bed, my heart beating against my chest.

I needed to move away, not because I was scared of him but because I was scared he would realize what I was thinking.

“I still don't know why I'm here…aren't you going to feed me at least?” I asked, trying to keep my voice soft.

I remembered what he said earlier about being rude, even though I wasn't, and I had a feeling it was the reason he strangled me earlier too.

I rubbed at my neck unconsciously as I remembered and noticed his eyes following my movement.

Was I being delusional or was that guilt I saw in his eyes? Nah, I was definitely being delusional.

Zayne had what you would call dead eyes. There was a saying that you could always tell what a person was thinking or feeling from their eyes.

But I couldn't get anything from Zayne. The only time I saw something in his eyes was when he was strangling me.

He had looked…crazy for a while and as if he was enjoying it but hating it at the same time.

It made no sense…

“I'll have Penny bring you some food later.” He said.

I frowned.

“Who's Penny?” I asked.

“Your personal maid. She'll help you with whatever you need.” He replied.

Why was he talking like I would be staying here for a long time? I mean he already said I was never leaving here earlier but maybe that was code word for I just wanted to spend a bit more time with you?

“I'm not staying here…what I need is to go back home, to talk to my friend…”

His lips twitched and his eyes grew even harder.

“Come here.” He ordered. I sat still, my heart jumping in my chest.

“Come here or I'll come over there.” He ordered. I wanted to say no. He had no right to order me but damn, his voice…everything in me was leaning towards him already.

What was he? Was he human? He had to be some kind of supernatural creature with the ability to cast spells on their victims.

And he must have cast a spell on me from the moment we met at that club in Los Angeles.

What else could explain all these? I moved slowly to the edge of the bed and he slowly wrapped a hand around my neck.

I didn't get scared this time. Something about the way he did it this time had an entirely different effect on me.

My eyes bored into his as he leaned towards me and ran his tongue along the side of my neck.

I gasped lightly and gripped the sheets.

“Weren't you listening to a word I said? You're never leaving this place.” He growled.

I couldn't think though…his hand tightened around my throat as sucked on my neck leaving hickeys no doubt.

And just like that, he moved away and pushed me away and got to his feet.

I glared at him as I rubbed my throat which was sore. “What the hell was that for?” I snapped, forgetting what he said about minding the way I talked to him.

His jaw twitched.

“You don't seem to have understood the situation you're in, doll.” He said.

‘Doll’, how insulting. Why was he calling me a doll? I didn't even look like one, so why? And more importantly…why on earth did I like it so much?

“Tell me then. Make me understand. You've been speaking gibberish so far.” I said as I folded my arms across my chest and met his stare head on.

His lips twitched and I blinked. Huh? Was that his idea of a smile?

I laughed. “Is that your idea of a smile, Zayne? I can call you Zayne right?” I asked, to be sure before he made another fuss about being rude.

He arched a brow at me.

“You aren't very smart are you?” He said. My heart sank. Did he just call me stupid?

“Do you know who I am? This is the last time I'll warn you about your tone.”

My fists clenched, to hell with him! What the hell was this? Why did he keep talking to me like that…

“You're not going anywhere. I kidnapped you. Is that clear enough for you?” He sneered.

“You can't do that. That's illegal…”

His eyes bored into mine, holding my gaze.

“Actually, I can. No one is going to oppose a Mafia Don. I can do whatever the hell I like.” He said.

I suddenly felt dizzy and I felt the walls closing in on me. ‘Mafia Don'. The rumors were true then.

Not only was he Mafia, he was the leader of a Mafia group. And from the look of things, he probably controlled all of New York. That's why he was so confident.

No one would touch him. I was doomed. No one would find me, not Margie, and certainly not anyone.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice breaking.

“Because I can't get enough.” He mumbled. I blinked. “What?”

He walked closer to me again and pulled me towards him with one hand.

His other hand snaked its way under my dress and before I could think about what he was about to do, he slipped two fingers into my pussy.

I drew in a sharp breath as my eyes widened.

“What…are…what are you doing?” I stuttered.

“I want more of this, doll. I couldn't get enough. I'm going to keep you until I finally get enough.”

My mouth fell open. What the hell? So this was about sex? Women were really just sex toys to him.

“I don't want this, let me go…”

I trailed off, a moan escaping my lips as his fingers moved inside me. He scoffed, and I bit down hard on my lip when he continued to finger me.

“Really? Why are you so wet for me then? Your nipples are pushing hard against your dress…please, you want this just as much as I do.” He mocked.

He increased his pace, his fingers digging deeper and deeper into me until I couldn't help but let the moans out.

“That's it, doll. Moan for me…like the dirty little toy you are…” he growled.

To my embarrassment, I widened my legs wanting more…as I grabbed hold of the sheets.

“You’re so fucking responsive…spending all that money to keep tabs on you wasn't a waste after all.” He mocked and pulled his fingers out of me.

I gasped at the sudden loss and stared up at him in shock, embarrassment and pain.

He kept tabs on me?

“What?” My voice sounded like I was choking. I was, humiliation was choking me.

He stared down at me with disgust, as he licked my juice off his fingers.

“Pray I get tired of you quickly, that's the only way you're ever getting out of here.” He said and with that, he turned and walked out of the room for the second time that day.