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RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO Novel Cover

RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO

"You're mine now, Brittany." He whispered in my ears. I froze. I don't remember telling him my name. Zayne...Zayne...oh God. Now, I remember why his name sounded so familiar...but it was too late, I thought as I lost consciousness. __ Brittany's life has been full of heartbreaks and pain, from her father's death to her mother's manipulation and abuse, while using religion as a weapon. She grews up with fear, guarding her virginity like a cloak because of her mother's constant words in her ears. Until she meets Zayne, known throughout New York as the CEO for his ruthlessness, he turns out to be Mafia too. Zayne claims her as his refusing to let her go. Will Brittany grow to love him and give him a chance after what he did to her? What happens when she's the only one who can save him from enemies flocking around him? __ "I'm letting you go, doll." He mumbled as he held on to me, his eyes growing weak. My heart twisted in my chest as tears fell down my cheeks. No... "I don't regret a thing. You taking me was the best thing that ever happened to me."
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Chapter 5

BRITTANY'S POV

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.

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