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(AURIANNA'S POV)My hands grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ache. The tires screech as I take another sharp turn, the car engine growling like it's pissed at me for pushing it this hard. I don't give a damn. My eyes keep flicking between the road and the small screen on my dashboard, the blinking red dot guiding me to Zayne's location."Come on, Zayne," I mutter under my breath. "Please be okay."My heart's pounding like a drum in my chest. I can feel the adrenaline thrumming under my skin-that familiar buzz right before shit hits the fan.Every red light that stops me, feels like a personal attack, pissing me the fuck off because every passing second I waste could be putting that bastard's life in danger.The red dot leads me to a narrow street lined with old apartment complexes. I pull up and slam the breaks, park my car, and kill the engine. My pulse doesn't stop racing. I grab my phone, my keys, shove both in my pocket, and step out into the cool night air.The place loo

(ZAYNE'S POV)My wrists burn. The metal's cutting into my skin, and every time I move, it just bites deeper. I stopped trying to break free about five minutes ago when it became obvious that whoever made these cuffs knew exactly what the hell they were doing. These aren't some cheap sex-shop toys-they're the real deal. Police-grade. Military, maybe.The room's quiet now, except for my breathing. The sound is ragged, and uneven. My throat's raw from screaming into the gag. My heart's pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears.I'm still naked. Completely fucking naked.Cold air brushes over my skin, goosebumps prickling along my arms, and it hits me again-how bad this actually is. How royally screwed I am.Dominik D'Angelo.The name alone makes my stomach twist.That's who she meant. That's who she works for.He sent her to me-to seduce me, lure me out, get me in her bed... and then take me. And I fell right into the goddamn trap like a dumb, horny idiot.I let my guard down. I fucking

(ZAYNE'S POV)The cold metal bites into my wrists, a stark contrast to the fire raging through the rest of my body. I pull against the restraints, testing them. They don't give an inch. A twisted thrill shoots through me. I'm completely at her mercy.Natasha hovers above me, her dark eyes drinking in the sight of me pinned and helpless. Her full, heavy tits sway with her every slight movement, those perfect pink nipples hard and begging for my mouth. But my mouth is out of commission."You like being my prisoner, Zayne?" she purrs, her voice a low, husky thing that goes straight to my already-throbbing cock."I like the view," I grind out, my hips twitching upward, desperate for contact.Her lips curve into a wicked smile. Slowly, so fucking slowly, she lowers herself. One hand guides my dick, positioning me at her entrance. I can feel the incredible heat radiating from her, the wetness I put there with my tongue. My eyes roll back in my head as the very tip of me breaches her.Fuck.

(ZAYNE'S POV)My hands go to the waistband of my boxer briefs. I don't tease. I shove them down in one swift motion, my cock springing free, thick, hard and aching. It stands straight up, the tip already glistening. The cool air of the room feels electric against my heated skin.I look down at Natasha, her dark eyes wide, drinking me in. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."A slow, wicked smile curves her swollen lips. She doesn't hesitate. She slides off the bed and sinks to her knees on the floor between my legs. The sight is fucking art. Her pale skin, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, those incredible, heavy tits swaying with her movement. And her eyes, locked on my dick with a hunger that makes my balls tighten.Her hands come up, both of them, and wrap around the base of my shaft. Her touch is cool, a shocking contrast to the feverish heat of my skin. She strokes me once, twice, pumping slowly."Fuck, Zayne," she breathes, her voice full of awe. "I knew you'd be big,

(ZAYNE'S POV)"Get that fucking door locked," I growl against Natasha's mouth, my hands already under her dress, gripping the incredible curve of her ass. My heart hammers against my ribs, syncing with the frantic rhythm of our kiss.She fumbles behind her back, the thunk of the deadbolt sliding home."Done," she whispers against my lips."Now get me to the bedroom before I fuck you right here against this door."She didn't need to be told twice. She half-leads, half-drags me through the dim apartment, our bodies colliding with walls in our urgency. We stumble into her room in a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths, and the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She tumbles down, and I land on top of her, the soft mattress sinking under our weight.The taste of her is intoxicating. Strawberry lip gloss and expensive vodka.Our hands are a frantic mess, fumbling with each other's clothes. I grab the hem of her skin-tight dress, yank it up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the

(ZAYNE'S POV)The bass hits me before I even step through the doors. The dark velvet walls, the low purple lights bouncing off the chrome rails, and the smell of expensive perfume mixed with whiskey. Yeah, this is my playground.I make a beeline for the V.I.P section, scanning the crowd like I always do. I spot Cam waving at me from our usual spot, a smirk plastered across his handsome face. I make my way over, nodding at a few familiar faces, tossing a wink or two. Girls glance up, flashing smiles and batting their eyelids at me, some too obvious, but I just grin and keep moving."Finally decided to grace me with your presence," he shouts over the music, raising his glass."Yeah, yeah," I reply, sliding into the plush leather seat next to him. "Bartender, you know the drill."The bottle of champagne arrives almost immediately.We start knocking back a few drinks, the alcohol warming my chest and loosening the tension from the day. A few girls wander over to us, giggling. They ask us