BRITTANY'S POV
Zayne wasn't done with me yet. He didn't leave me alone until he was sure that he had completely wrecked my body that morning and reminded me that I was nothing more than his plaything.
He left me sore and sobbing. I couldn't help it as I felt ashamed. Why wouldn't I be? With the way I had been moaning his name and begging him to give me release, you would think I was a w***e.
Well, technically, I was. Considering the facts that I claimed I wasn't in the mood for s*x when I woke up and saw Zayne sitting at the edge of the bed.
What would he be thinking of me? Of course, I was nothing but a toy to him.
At the end of the day, I must be a hypocrite too. I judged the other girls before me for enjoying this arrangement and acted like I hated it.
But it turns out, I'm just
