Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 16

(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

(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)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