Todos los capítulos de RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

BRITTANY'S POVI froze in my seat as my heart went wild in my chest. Zayne withdrew his hand and pulled his chair away from me again.I heard the whispers going on around us and I clenched my hands tightly in my laps, refusing to look up or at anyone.Penny tried to talk to me, asking if I was okay. But I couldn't reply to her. How could I be fine?Zayne had just humiliated me in front of hundreds of people. After trying to convince myself that I was never going to give in…and that I hated him.But it didn't take much to have me all wet for him. I couldn't do that for a moment there, I forgot what a horrible person he was.He succeeded in humiliating me and making me feel like a slut. And maybe I really was one, and I had done a very good job of judging his other mistresses.I tried my best to force back the tears in my eyes and I failed miserably. Eventually, I got out of my seat and fled the room, trying my best to be unnoticeable.I avoided talking to anyone and kept my head down,

BRITTANY'S POVOh no. He found me. And it was all this asshole's fault. I started to turn to Bryan but when I looked at him, I realized he was trying not to show it, but he was literally shaking in fear.What the hell?I looked back towards Zayne, the lighting in the alley was dim but when I looked down at his hands, I noticed the gun he was holding.My heart skipped several beats. Zayne walked closer to us, his eyes fixed on Bryan.There was no way to tell what he was thinking. He didn't give either of us a chance to speak.He pulled me away from Bryan and made me move behind him as he stalked closer to Bryan.Bryan tried to stand his ground but he couldn't resist staring down at the gun in Zayne's hands nor could he hide the fear in his eyes.Was he really going to kill Bryan? The way he held the gun…it was almost unnoticeable. I didn't even notice it at first.The gun hung loosely from his hand like it belonged there. It was like it was just an extension of his arm.Was he that use

BRITTANY'S POV He crashed his lips down on mine as he captured my lips in a punishing kiss. He barely left me any chance to breathe and it was a surprise that I was able to keep up and that I didn't run out of breath.He was pushing me towards the bed few seconds later, without breaking off the kiss.I fell back with a thud as he pushed me down on the bed without giving me a chance to brace myself.In seconds, he had ripped the dress off me, drawing a surprised gasp out of me.He started to pull the sheets from under me and before I even realized what he was doing, he grabbed hold of my hand and started tying me up to the bed.My eyes widened as I sat straight. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice filled with alarm.He ignored me, and went ahead to tie my other hand as well. I fought against the restraints but it was no use.His knots were unbreakable. He stood at the edge of the bed when he was done staring down at me.Like an obsessed psycho. “This is ridiculous, Zayne

BRITTANY'S POVI was talking to him casually again and I could see the look in his eyes. Anger…it was the first time I saw his eyes express any emotion.Did I tick him off that much? What was he going to do this time as punishment?But he shouldn't blame me. It was hard to speak respectfully or avoid being rude.Why on earth would I be polite to a man who kidnapped me and has humiliated me time and time again?‘Um…Brit, that's usually how it works. You don't want to get killed, do you?’I frowned. I hated her. That snarky little voice that was always right, and now was one of those times.I guess it was common logic to be polite to a kidnapper and do everything to placate them. Who knows? They could get a change of heart and let you go.Yeah, right. I glared up at Zayne, there was just no way I could do it. I hated him. He pissed me off. How does she expect me to be polite to him?I realized he was watching me. In the same way I assumed a stalker would stare at their object of obsessi

BRITTANY'S POV I had to leave. I couldn't stay here. God, I can't. I hated him and I hated myself for being so attracted to him.Yes, I was attracted to him. How could I possibly hide or deny it when my body so desperately responded to his touch?If I stayed any longer, I was scared it would become even more.“Let me go.” I said slowly, trying to sound angry considering his threat just now and he was always warning me to mind my tone with him.“I don't like your tone.” He replied. What the heck? Was he serious? He must be messing with me…that had to be it.I stared blankly at him but he was still looking down at me waiting for me to talk. Did he want me to beg him? Should I be surprised?No…this was the same man who made me beg him to fuck me. Making me beg him to let me go was nothing compared to that.“Please, let me go.” I said softly, hoping he bought it this time. He smirked and tightened his grip on my chin for a few seconds before he let go of me.“I'll have someone come clean