Page 31 of For the Love of Layla

It really is beautiful.

“Do you like it? I had it specially made for you. Your skin looks so beautiful in dark colors.”

I don’t answer as I slip it all on, staring at myself in the mirror for longer than necessary. My subtle curves are hugged perfectly by the soft fabric as if it was molded onto me. My large thighs that I always hated look pretty and sensual wrapped inhisoutfit. “You know my size.” I mumble, meeting my hollow gaze in the mirror. The amber color isn’t glowing like they used to, I look…dead. The deep-set bags underneath my eyes are even more pronounced than normal. My long curly hair is dull, even a little greasy at the roots. I haven’t bothered to spray in dry shampoo today. My body is bruised and aching. I look exactly how I feel.

“The anticipation is killing me, Layla.”

“It’s a shame you don’t mean literally.”

He scoffs, “Careful what you wish for. Wherever I go, you go.”

My tears drip down my flushed cheeks, dropping onto the swell of my breasts as I move past Peaches in the hall heading towards the stairs.

Some guard dog you are.

“Be sure to put the dog up too. I have no interest in hurting her.”

A strange flood of relief washes over me as I push her into my bedroom. Giving her a reassuring pat before shutting the door behind me.

Stop it, Layla. Not killing your dog is the bare minimum. You shouldn’t be grateful towards him. Not for anything. This isn’t kindness he’s showing you. He’s inflicting pain…wielding my emotions like a weapon.

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The music changes as I descend the dark mahogany stairs, slower than necessary. My shaky hands trailing down the white painted banister. As I get halfway down I know he’s looking at me, but I can’t raise my eyes to meet his. I’m so…overwhelmed by it all. By the absolute fucktastrophy my life has become in the matter of weeks. I was stupid to think the very few people I loved would be safe from him. Exempt from his madness. The loud music only adds to the unsettled feeling underneath my skin, which I’m sure is the point. I can’t imagine the blubbering mess I would be had I not taken my meds earlier.

Yay for pharmaceuticals.

I reach for the door, the sound of the deadbolt sliding out of place sends chills downmy spine as the heat from my flush cheeks creeps down my neck, pouring onto my chest. I don’t look at him as I open up the door. The cool wind from outside blows my hair around my face as I step back. His dark figure stepping inside where I once stood and taking the last semblance of safety I had.

“My good girl, you look fucking beautiful.” He praises as he shuts the door behind him. My chest tightens at his words and I cover myself with my arms backing up until my nearly bare ass hits the back of the couch. “I’m not going to hurt you, not unless you do something stupid.” I scream as he lunges for me, gripping the back of my neck firmly, forcing my eyes to his, “Trying to run from me is categorized as something stupid, little love.” His warm minty breath caresses my neck, making the hairs there stand on end, “Did you miss it? My touch?” He asks as he runs his fingers up the outside of my thighs. “Answer me, Layla.”

Yes…

“No.”

I yelp as he suddenly grips my hair in his firm hand roughly jerking me backwards, shoving me over the couch, my side colliding painfully with the coffee table. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” He orders, his voice gravels. It’s tension mixed with a desperation that makes the nub between my legs pulse. I quickly blink away the tears that well in my eyes as I scramble to stand, my knees feel far too weak to actually hold me here. I’m only half up when he vaults over the couch like it’s nothing. His hands are on me again in a second. I gasp as his grip tightens around my throat. “Let’s try that again, little love. Did. You. Miss. My. Touch?”

I nod tentatively as he runs his thumb gently over my pulse point, making tension build between my thighs. I gasp as his hardened cock presses into me, “Are you going to cry, baby? Go on, it won’t change anything. We’re going to continue this little dance until you realize how badly youneedme. I will bend you until you break, Layla, until there’s nothing left of you but me.” Sweat prickles across the back of my neck as he releases me walking backwards until he props himself up on the wall, crossing his toned arms underneath his dark leather jacket. I clench my thighs together, ignoring the pooling arousal behind the flimsy fabric. He looks so natural inside my house, like he’s always been here.

“Little love…why do you call me that?” I ask, uncomfortable under his gaze, I feel pinned here. Like a rat caught in the claws of a predator.

“You remind me of someone that meant a great deal to me.” He answers, his tone is chipped.

Your nanny? The article said it was Liam’s nanny.

“Tell me your name… please.”

He groans, adjusting his cock in his pants, “Say it again.”

Fuck you.

“Please.”

I can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks pushing off the wall, stalking towards me every bit the predator I imagined him as moments before, “No.”

I exhale loudly in frustration, sitting down on the couch as I knot my hands in my hair. He chuckles, “You’re so fucking adorable when you’re mad, baby.” My body trembles as he steps closer. I can smell him, feel the heat from his body as he puts a single finger underneath my chin forcing my head up. My eyes narrow at him as he tilts his head to the side slightly, “On your knees, Layla.”

No…

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