RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO

BRITTANY'S POV

"Get out of bed, Brittany!" Margie yelled before grabbing my legs and pulling me out of bed. I hit the floor with a thud, my head banging against the floor of my room.

"Ouch!" I cried out, clutching my head as I felt my head sting with so much pain, I could have sworn I saw stars in front of my eyes.

I forced myself to my feet and glared daggers at Margaret.

"What the hell was that for?"

She glared back, and snickered at me.

"You promised to come with me to the club today. And I come and find you in bed? You bitch!" She scoffed.

She moved to my wardrobe and threw them open as she started to rummage my clothes.

"Go take a shower, I'll pick a dress for you. Hurry up! Or I'm coming in there and I'll drag you out." She stated in a threatening tone.

Groaning, I dragged myself to the bathroom. There was no need arguing with Margie when she got like this.

She had been trying to get me to go to the club with her for months ever since she got a new job and moved to Los Angeles.

I had moved too because well, I had nothing waiting for me back at New York and my aunt was more than glad to see me leave.

Margie and I have been roommates ever since. Though we could never be more different. She was wild, a party animal and popular with the guys and I was just well, Brittany.

I quickly showered and stepped out of the bathroom in my towel.

I took one look at the dress Margie had laid out for me and her mischievous smile and froze.

"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that! My mother would roll in her grave if I did."

I suspected the dress would barely skim my thighs, and it looked too revealing even though I was yet to put it on.

"Oh come on, it's a club. Just try it on."

Reluctantly, I went to my wardrobe and got my underwear and quickly slipped into them before reaching for the dress.

"No way, Margie!"

The dress was too short. It showed too much of my boobs and it covered little. My thighs and laps were on full display and the dress didn't even have a hand.

She took one look at me and giggled excitedly, clapping her hands like a three year old.

"You're definitely going to get laid in that. You look perfect! Let's go!" She urged.

I eyed her own outfit, and I realized I was probably more decently dressed than she was.

Arguing with her was pointless as usual. I grabbed one of her bags and stuffed my things into it and allowed her to drag me out to her car.

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Margie was nowhere to be found. She had abandoned me at the bar the moment we got here and I had no idea where she went.

She was probably getting slammed in one of the bathrooms. So like, Margie.

Reluctantly, I ordered a drink. I had no experience with alcohol and I was feeling a bit daring and decided to ask for something strong.

After the second shot, I was feeling lightheaded and my head was buzzing with excitement.

The loud club music was suddenly louder, and I could hear people shouting.

Liking how the alcohol made me feel, I ordered another shot and when the bartender poured me one, I moved to the dance floor, the glass in my hand.

There were so many people, all gyrating against each other's bodies, their movements in sync with the beat blasting from the speakers.

It was a madhouse and I suddenly found myself in the middle of the chaos and I was digging it.

I was just one girl, in the middle of it all, lost in my own world as I moved my hips to the beat of the song, occasionally sipping the drink in my hand.

I turned at a point and bumped into a wall. I stared up into the most intense eyes I had ever seen.

I tried to move away but something held me in place. There was something about him, something so strong and potent, just the sight of him had me transfixed to the spot.

I watched as he closed the distance between us, his hands slipped around my waist just as a slow song came on.

He spinned me and the glass fell from my hand shattering to the ground but I barely noticed.

My hands went round his neck as we swayed to the beat of the music, our gazes locked.

There was something about the way he looked at me that made my blood heat up in minutes.

His hands moved slowly downwards until they were on my ass.

I gasped when he squeezed my ass softly, I looked up at him in alarm and I was embarrassed when I felt moisture gathering in my core.

What the hell was happening?

I was sexy dancing with a stranger in a club!

What if he was a serial killer? Or a Mafia King?

He moved even closer to me, and I could suddenly smell him, feel his breath on my neck.

My senses shut down for several seconds and before I could stop anything, he was kissing me.

He pinned me against him, giving me no room to struggle as his lips ravaged mine.

I clung to him, grabbing the front of his shirt in a tight grip, as I returned his kiss as much as I could.

God, the man could kiss! I moaned into his mouth as I pressed my body closer and closer, wanting to feel him so badly.

I felt his hardness against me and I yelped in surprise and pulled away from him, breathing hard.

But his hands didn't leave my waist.

His dark eyes held mine as he lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here."

BRITTANY'S POV

No fucking way, Brittany! You couldn't just walk off with a stranger.

But I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't know if it was Margie's words earlier or if it was the alcohol.

Or maybe I just wanted to make my mom squirm wherever she was.

And besides...if I was doing firsts, a one night stand wasn't so crazy. I was in the club, I was drunk, I sexy danced with a stranger.

Sex wasn't so bad. I nodded as I stared up at the hot stranger, giving my approval.

However, as we left the club, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I was getting into.

But I couldn't have said no even if I wanted to. There was something so irresistible about this man and I wanted to follow him anywhere.

If he turned out to be a serial killer, at least I wouldn't die a virgin.

The drive to the hotel was blurry. My brain seemed to have stopped working and before I knew it we were in a hotel room and things were getting pretty heated.

Thankfully, he had preferred the lights off. I would have felt embarrassed, and I still had restraints.

Restraints that melted away the moment his hands were on me again.

His kisses drove me wild. He pulled me flush against him until there was no space between the two of us.

My hands dug into his hair as I clung to him, my breathing coming in fast gasps. His hands moved to unzip my dress and I stepped out of them.

And then my bra followed. His hands kneaded my boobs, massaging them, as I let out slutty moans and held on to him.

When his lips closed over my nipple, I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He lapped my nipple with his tongue, and I almost came undone right there.

I had never felt anything like that or had anyone suck my breasts like I was food he couldn't get enough of.

One of his hands moved down to my panties, he pulled them aside and slipped two fingers into me.

My legs started to tremble as he pumped his fingers in and out of me even as he sucked my boobs.

"Oh god... I moaned. How did I feel so good already? He wasn't even in me yet and I...I felt like I was going to explode from the pleasure.

I opened my eyes to stare up at him and realized he had gotten rid of his clothes at some point.

I really wasn't thinking too clearly anymore was I?

He pulled his fingers out all of a sudden and I let out a disappointed moan.

"You like my fingers in you?" He sneered.

I nodded, "god, yes." I cried.

He started to push me against the bed in a sitting position as he got on his knees in front of me.

He maintained eye contact with me, as he spread my legs wider.

"Later. I want to taste you." He said, licking his lips. Damn, he was so yummy.

I could barely see him but his voice, heck...his voice was enough to make any woman beg him to fuck her.

And I was on the edge of doing just that. I had never been eaten out before. What would it feel like?

I had barely articulated the thought when I felt his tongue on my clit.

I bucked once, twice as his tongue slipped inside me.

"Fuck." I grabbed the sheets as he ran his tongue over my clit and inside and then his teeth came in and he was sucking and biting and god, was I in heaven?

Why was I thrashing? Oh, what was happening? My hips bucked again, as I remembered.

Why hadn't I done this since? Who knew having someone down there could feel so good?

My hands were buried in his hair and I feared I would scar him with how hard I was digging my fingers in.

When he came up and kissed me, I could taste myself in his mouth and it didn't feel weird at all.

He tasted good and I could barely get enough. And then he thrust into me and I saw stars.

"Fuck. Fuck. This feels...so...good." I cried as I clung to him, holding on for my dear life.

The world started to spin and I was tumbling over the edge as he thrust into me over and over again.

The sound of skin against skin filling the room, my moans and his satisfied grunts mixing with the sound to create a weird but pleasing tempo and I wanted to stay there forever.

It was the best night of my life but when I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the hotel room and Mr stranger had disappeared after riding me to the moon several times the night before.

As I gathered my clothes, I knew I would never forget this night.

How could I forget how he drove me crazy with his fingers and tongue? The way his body had fit so perfectly against mine and how his voice made me go crazy with desire?

I wanted to see him again. Who was he? Why did he leave like that? Did he not enjoy the night as much as I did?

The thought was too depressing and I tried to push all thoughts of him out of my mind as I slipped into my dress.

No more clubbing for me. Margie would have to deal with that. And certainly no more one night stands.

I quickly got into my clothes and looked around for my handbag and phone.

Several missed calls from Margie. I groaned and held a hand up to my head.

Ugh, I had totally forgotten about the drinks last night. Thankfully, the hangover wasn't as brutal as I expected.

Margie was so going to get it from me. After waiting ten minutes, the uber I booked finally pulled up and I got in.

And I couldn't help thinking about the hot stranger I spent the night with. Would I ever see him again?

BRITTANY'S POV

Immediately Margie opened the door to let me in, she jumped on me and tackled me to the ground.

"Argh!" I yelled as I hit the ground with a thud, she got on top of me and pinned me down.

"Get off me you psychotic bitch." I yelled.

She hissed but she didn't budge. Not even a little.

"Where the hell have you been? Didn't you see my calls? I was beginning to feel guilty for dragging you to the club with me." She yelled.

I scoffed, "Yeah, you should be!" I scolded her, "Now, get off me!"

"Not a chance. Start talking or you're never getting off this floor! What the hell happened? I was starting to think you got kidnapped or something."

I struggled against her but I was tired, I had a slight hangover and well...Margie was stronger than me.

That sucked. I gave up after trying without success to get her off me.

"Well, I had the most insane night. My mom is going to die again in her grave if she heard."

Margie gasped and that was enough to get her off me. She sprang to her feet and sat on the bed, her eyes wide and fixed on me, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh my God! Did you finally get laid, Brit!"

I groaned as I got to my feet and took off my shoes and flung them aside and then I got out of my clothes.

Before I could talk again, her eyes latched onto somewhere around my neck and she ran towards me, her eyes twinkling.

"Ugh, hold that thought bitch. I see the evidence right here. That's some big ass hickey! Tell me you got his number!" She yelled as her breath fanned my neck.

I scoffed and pushed her away, my cheeks burning. I scrambled to the mirror and I gasped when I saw several hickeys sitting pretty on my neck.

Damn, was he some kind of animal? Or did he just have a thing for hickeys?

Maybe it was a mark thing for him...like, hey you're mine now. The thought made me smile as I recalled how hard his hands gripped me and how good he had felt.

Margie squealed and a pillow hit the back of my head.

"Girl, it must have been some fuck if you're standing there looking all...giddy! Bitch, give me deets already." She whined.

I turned to her and threw the pillow back at her with a laugh.

"Fuck off, Margie. I'll have a bath first." I told her and I paid her no attention as I walked into the bathroom and she rambled on.

I told her everything as soon as I was done taking a shower and putting on my clothes.

Thankfully I didn't have to work until later today.

"So you don't even know who he is!" She exclaimed in an alarmed voice.

I shrugged.

"Maybe your virgin pussy turned him off." She said thoughtfully.

I snickered and hit her with a pillow.

"You're a bitch. Whatever. Maybe it's a good thing. What would he think of me? That I went around fucking strangers in clubs?"

Margie rolled her eyes.

"Don't be a prude, Brit. You finally got laid. Don't say I didn't do anything for you."

I gave her a look. Really?

"Anyway...Bryan is getting married." She announced.

My mood soured the moment I heard that name.

Bryan. My stupid ex. The one who cheated on me on our anniversary. I was going to surprise him by finally giving him my virginity, only to find his face buried in his secretary's pussy.

It was the last straw. I left New York without looking back. He was the only reason I stayed so long.

My aunt didn't like me and my parents have been dead for a long time.

After that, I concluded no guy deserved getting my virginity, and Margie had spent every day since then trying to convince me otherwise.

Guess she finally succeeded. I had a freaking one night stand. But it was better it had been some stranger than Bryan.

It hasn't even been up to a year yet. The stupid bastard.

"Why would you mention that loser's name? Ugh. I hope he burns with his new bride or something." I murmured.

She grinned mischievously.

"I was thinking you should go! Show up looking sexy. Let him know what he missed. Who knows? You could find some other hottie."

Oh oh. God no. Once Margie got any kind of idea in her head, you couldn't convince her it was a bad idea.

I wasn't going to be getting out of this. No matter what I said, she would drag me to that party.

I collapsed on my bed, "Fine, whatever Margie."

She gasped and jumped on top of me.

"Hey!" I yelled and pushed her off me and she stared doubtfully at me as she lay beside me, while laying on her side, one elbow propped under her head.

"Really?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's not like you're going to give me a choice." I murmured.

"No, I totally wouldn't bug you if you said you didn't want to go." She said,

I turned to her with a surprised look.

"Really?" I asked. She grinned.

"No." I groaned and hit her with a pillow. "You're such an ass."

But as Bryan's wedding got closer, I started to buy in more to Margie's idea, especially after I thought about all the energy I wasted on our relationship and the sacrifices.

Sorry to whoever Bryan's new wife was, but we were so crashing that party.

Margie – the bitch – didn't mention Bryan was getting married in New York until the last minute.

Well, it made sense since that was where Bryan's company was but I never would have agreed if it meant going back to the city where I had so many bad memories.

And it turned out to be worse than I thought. New York was about to get a whole lot darker for me.