All Chapters of Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The Art of Temptation

(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

Heat of The Moment (R18+)

(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

Heat of The Moment II (R18+)

(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,

Laid & Betrayed (R18+)

(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.

Trapped, Bound & Totally Fucked

(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

Not In The Damn Job Description

(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

His Guardian Angel

(ZAYNE'S POV)The moment Aurianna bursts through that door, I swear I could fucking cry.For a second, I think I'm hallucinating-because there she is, my guardian angel in the flesh. And for once, maybe Cameron wasn't full of shit for calling her that.Maybe she really is my damn guardian angel after all.She's frozen in place, her eyes wide, and I can see the disbelief forming before she even opens her mouth.She darts straight to the bed, yanks the gag out of my mouth and then smacks me across the face."OW! What the hell was that for?!" I yell, jerking back as the sting burns the same damn spot that Natasha punched earlier.Aurianna plants her hands on her hips, eyes blazing like she's ready to commit murder. "That's for sneaking out after everything I said! I told you to stay home, didn't I? But no, you had to sneak out and get yourself into this mess!" She gestures wildly at... well, everything. The cuffs, the sheer humiliation of me being bare-ass naked on some psycho woman's be

Just Another Tuesday

(AURIANNA'S POV)Gunfire explodes before I can even breathe."Down!" I grab Zayne by the arm and yank him toward the kitchen. We dive to the floor, and bullets rip through the air above us, shattering glass, plaster, and whatever's left of the goddamn peace in this apartment. I crawl behind the counter, dragging him with me, both of us hitting the cold tile hard.My heart's pounding like a drum in my chest. I peek over the counter and spot one of the bastards crouched behind the couch. I lift my gun and fire but I miss."Shit," I mutter.The guy fires back, and the bullet whistles right over my head, smashing into a cabinet behind me. Shards of plates rain down, clinking against the counter.Zayne curses beside me, hands over his head. "Holy fuck, are they trying to kill us?"I shoot him a glare. "What do you think, genius? They're not here to sell cookies."He shuts up fast, which is good, because I don't need him distracting me. I pop back up and squeeze off two quick rounds. One na

The Lesson He Won't Forget

(AURIANNA'S POV)The drive back is dead silent.I don't utter a single word, and the bastard in the passenger seat doesn't say a word either-probably because he knows if he opens his mouth right now, I'll end his bloodline myself.The only sound filling the car is the steady hum of the engine and the faint crackle of the tires against the road.But inside? I'm fucking boiling.By the time I pull into his mansion, every part of me is vibrating with this anger I'm trying so fucking hard to keep at bay. I park right in front of the fountain, slam the gear into park, and kill the engine. The second the silence hits, without sparing him a glance I say:"Get out."He turns to face me, his brows furrowing. "What?""Did I stutter?" I snap, turning to glare daggers at him. "I said get the fuck out."He lets out a short, disbelieving scoff, rolls his eyes and shoves the door open while muttering something under his breath. I step out too, slamming mine shut so hard the sound echoes through the

Predator & Prey

(DOMINIK'S POV)There's something oddly calming about watching a lion hunt.The quiet.The tension.The precision of every movement before the kill.I lean back on the sofa, the glow from the TV flickering against the glass of red wine in my han. The lion stalks its prey with that patient, deliberate grace that I've always admired.The calm, soothing voice of the narrator fills the room as the camera zooms in just as the lion crouches low behind the gazelle.Waiting...Predator and prey.There's a certain beauty to it. The simplicity of the kill.There's no hesitation. No second-guessing.Just instinct.I take a slow sip of my wine, savoring the taste.The doors suddenly swing open.Two of my men-Giovanni and Massimo-walk in, dragging between them one of the four idiots I sent out tonight. The guy's barely standing, one hand pressed to his chest, blood seeping through his shirt.Slowly, I set my wine glass down on the table, my brows knitting together."What the hell happened?" I ask.

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