Page 49 of For the Love of Layla

But I’m not wearing that fucking mask.

She’s looking atme.I slam my mouth into hers. She makes a strained sound in surprise, but doesn’t resist. No, shemeltsagainst me. Her tongue running along my bottom lip as I steer her to the wall. My hands knot in her wild beautiful hair as I consume her. My rough frantic kisses met blow for blow by hers. The taste of cheap red wine lingers on her tongue. She moans as I jerk her shorts down, my fingers testing the bare wet flesh that lies beneath them.

Did you do that for him, baby? For me?

I free my throbbing cock from my sweatpants, not bothering to prepare her before I’m sliding into her wet cunt. If I’ve learned anything the past few months it’s that my sweet little star likes to be taken by surprise.

She doesn’t want to be ready for me.

She cries out as I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I slam us back into the foyer wall, ignoring the framed picture that falls to the ground shattering as I piston my hips in and out of her. Each thrust frantic and needy as if I’ll never fuck her again. That thought has me gripping her harder, fucking her harder.

“Liam!” She moans as I bite into her flesh.Me.I mark her and she sees me stake my claim just the way it always should’ve been. I don’t speak, I can’t find the words as she grinds into me, her clit rubbing against me hungrily as I fuck her there against the wall. She throws her head back, her mouth open as she squeezes those pretty eyes shut.

No, that won’t do. You need to see me.

“Look at me, Layla.” I groan as her breasts bounce in tune with us, the hardened peaks pulled taunt against the tight fabric of her shirt. I meet her eyes as my cock swells inside her. “Fuck.” I moan, far from ready to leave her. She doesn’t want me to leave either her nails bite into the flesh on my exposed neck.

“I’m…I’m gonna come.” She moans as she erupts around me, crying out as those pretty eyes fill with tears. Her chest heaving as I reach between us, rolling my hips and finding her clit rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. She gasps, trying to pull my hand away.

No.

“It’s too much.” She begs as I continue ramming my cock in and out, her arousal dripping onto my legs. I nip at her soft lips before kissing them roughly, “You’ll take it.” She bites down on her lip, her legs trembling around my waist as she cries out again. Her cunt gushes around me as I drill into her, squeezing hard on her ass as I swell.

A growl forms deep in my chest, you’re mine. Every part of you. “So fucking pretty.” I murmur as my cock jerks, erupting inside of her. She has no clue what this could mean, no idea what I’ve done. I pull out of her, letting her crumple to the floor at my feet before I tuck myself back in my pants, lowering to my knees beside her.

“I’ll always be beside you, Layla.” I whisper before pulling her into my arms, my mouth finding hers again in another frantic kiss.

Out of all the mistakes I’ve made, this is my favorite.

She’s breathing just as heavily as me, her head resting on my chest. I peek over my shoulder, all I need to do is get her to let me stay for another hour and I’ll wipe myself clean from her suspicion. Her finding out too early could derail everything. She isn’t broken. Not yet.

Layla

What in the actual fuck just happened?

I lay there wrapped in his arms, listening to his heart thump loudly in his soaked chest as the storm rages on outside. The old house groans against the wind as Peaches burrows herself further underneath the blanket that had fallen from the back of the couch.

More likely she pulled it off. She’s never liked storms.

I inhale his scent deeply one last time before I blow away this peaceful moment. I don’t trust him, I don’t know who he is, never did. God, if he’s nothim…that’s even scarier. That means his mere presence here puts his life at risk. Even if he ismystalker…it’s a life I care so deeply about. I try to pull away, sighing deeply when his arms are unrelenting in their hold on me. His warm breath gracing the top of my head, “Let me stay. I'll take care of you. That’s all I want.”

Those words send a chill down my spine as I wiggle free from his grasp, “No, you need to go.” He groans in frustration as he shoots to a stand. “Why, Layla? Why are you constantly complicating everything?”

I let out an exasperated breath, “I don’t trust you. You need to go. As a matter of fact, it was a fucking mistake letting you in. I seem to be doing that a lot lately.” Darkness falls over his sculpted face as he takes a step towards me, “Oh, you think youletme in?” I move backwards instinctively, this darkness…I know it. I’ve come to know it so well over the past few weeks. Peaches lurches to her feet growling as a loud crash comes from my front door.

“The fuck?” He spits, still seething as he heads towards the door, all of my earlier reservations forgotten as I grip his forearm tightly. “Don’t open the door. Please, it’s him.” He frowns, everything about his face says concern, anger and frustration… everything except for those deep blue eyes. He looks amused. I let go of his arm as he jerks open the door, jumping backwards slightly as flame whips around on the ground.

“Oh, my god…” I say my voice breaking, as I dash towards the kitchen, no real objective in mind.

Ohmygod my house is on fire.

I flick on the water at the kitchen sink, jerking out the pull out faucet before abruptly realizing that made no fucking sense and it was less than the length of my arm. Amid my mindless panicking, I’m only vaguely aware of Liam pushing me gently out of the way. Shooting me a loaded look as he pulls out the admittedly expired fire extinguisher from underneath the sink. I follow behind him, my head goes light. It calms me far less than it should when I realize the fire is nearly out already. Liam pulls the pin from the extinguisher, making an annoyed sound low in his chest as the whole spraying mechanism falls apart.

Ohmygod.

“Layla, relax.” He mutters, jerking the blanket still halfway hanging off Peaches and snuffing out the remaining flames. He tosses the singed cover back outside, toeing at the broken glass, “A Molotov cocktail.” He turns, raising two thick eyebrows as I crumble to the floor, all of my exhaustion finally hitting me. Also, now very aware of his come leaking into my underwear and shorts.

“Don’t start.” I warn him.

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