Page 32 of For the Love of Layla

“Please.”

I can see his lips pull up behind that black mask, “Either you get on your knees and take my cock down that pretty little throat of yours or I’ll take your untrained ass.” I take a deep breath as I lower myself in front of him, my knees pressing hard into the floor as he frees his hardened length. I whimper as he grips my chin tightly, “If you bite me, I will kill us both before I get to decorate your face with my come. What a damn shame that would be.”

He’s fucking insane and so am I.

I hesitantly open my mouth as he notches himself against my tongue, gently teasing me as he bobs in and out, the salty taste of his pre-come makes my mouth water. I run my tongue across the head of his cock, desperately wanting to taste more of him, making him jerk before he slides the rest of the way in. I gag slightly, trying to pull back before he grips my hair, keeping me in place, my eyes meeting his.

“You’re doing wonderful, baby.”

I adjust on the floor, rubbing my thighs together, trying to release some of the tension in my throbbing core. Tears well in my amber eyes as he rocks in and out of my mouth, making me gag around him. “You look so beautiful sucking on my cock, little love. Do you like that? Gagging around me? You’re making it throb, baby. Fuck, you feel too good.”

My eyes widen slightly, a moan escaping from my mouth as he pulls out to the tip letting me catch my breath just as my head grows fuzzy. Without warning, he slams back into me, groaning as he fucks my face. I clench my fists, fighting the urge to touch him, to touch myself.

“Rub your cunt for me.” He groans as spit dribbles out onto my chin. I want his words. His praise. Nothing else matters because in this moment I need it. I need the air he’s keeping from my lungs. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck harder, spreading my legs and frantically seeking out that throbbing place that begs for touch. I moan again as I find it, stroking it unceremoniously through the sheer fabric of my underwear. My eyes roll back in my head as he forces himself further down my throat, holding me there before letting me up to breathe. My vision dotting with little sparks.

Little stars…that’s what Liam used to call me. I shouldn’t be thinking of him at a time like this.

I quicken my pace, rocking my hips in tune with his as he continues his assault on my throat, throwing his head back and murmuring something in Icelandic. His hand grips my hair tightly as he fucks my mouth. I feel myself start to tighten as warmth floods over my skin, making me cry out around him.

“Not yet, baby. Wait for me.”

No.

I don’t slow down as I grind into my hand, gagging hard as he slams down my throat with brutal force, pulling out and slapping me hard with his cock. My shocked eyes meet his as he slips back into my mouth, “Don’t worry, I’ll let your greedy little slit come, but you have to be a good girl and wait.” I groan, watching as he slips in and out of my mouth, his thrusts becoming jerky as his cock swells. I can’t stop the build as I ready myself for him. The tension in my pulsing core snaps as I burst apart, shattering on the floor in front of him. He jerks free of my mouth with a pop and I open wider for him, his come plastering my mouth and breasts. Panting as I extract my fingers from my clit, it throbs in protest, residual waves of pleasure dancing across my skin.

He tucks himself back into his pants as I stand in front of him, covered, sticky, flushed with pleasure and thoroughly demeaned. His smirk widens beneath the mask as he catches my wrist bringing my arousal covered fingers to his mouth before slipping them inside. Another wave of pleasure rips through me as he sucks them clean.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He orders before starting over towards the guest bathroom. My legs shake as I follow him, my mind still ravished by my post orgasm haze as he lifts me easily, sitting me on the bathroom counter. The vanity is pleasantly cool against my heated flesh. We don’t speak as he wets a cloth and begins gently cleaning my skin, his touch so delicate it makes a familiar ache burn deep in my chest.

Little love… little star…

I don’t know how much time has passed or how many times he’s wiped the warm cloth across my pale skin or between my sensitive legs when he turns off the faucet tossing the rag onto the floor.

“You aren’t worried about DNA?”

He chuckles as he lifts me from the counter, putting me on my feet in front of him, his chest so close to mine it brushes my nipples lightly as he breathes, “You won’t give it to them.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He leans down, his lips brushing against my cheek, “Because you are mine, Layla…and I…I have always been yours.”

Or maybe because you threatened my best friend, but okay.

He’s mine…

Stop it, you stupid bitch.

His fingers linger on my cheek lovingly brushing against it, “I’ll have your doctor send a refill to your pharmacy, can’t have my girl unraveling when I’m not there to put her back together, can I?”

“How could you possibly make them do that?” I ask, my voice comes out wrong. Weak and shaky. He just winks as he heads for the door, “See you soon, lítla ást. As soon as it shuts behind him, the strength I held onto crumbles taking me with it to the ground. I can feel it splitting and breaking apart across my soul, the first of many cracks inflicted by this man.

If there’s a god…please let him die before he comes anywhere near me again.

Chapter eight

Unfortunate Memories

IsighdeeplyasI slip the red silk fabric over my bruised littered skin. It’s beautiful, expertly tailored and light. It might as well be heavy metal chains snapping into place as I strain to work the zipper up my back. The neckline dips into my cleavage, pooling there like liquid crimson before it slips over my slender, exposed shoulders, the thigh high slit displaying more of his marks.

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