Page 23 of For the Love of Layla

Chapter six

Little Star

Liam

God, she’s beautiful.

I tear my eyes away from my sweet Layla as her bare chest rises and falls slowly. She’ll be out for a while. I hate that I had to use her sleeping pills against her. They always make her groggy the next day, especially three of them. Knowing her, she’ll overcompensate with caffeine then be extra anxious. I hate that she’ll have to deal with all the emotion that will follow this alone.

I hate that this won’t be the last time I do this to her.

I much prefer my little star awake and kicking. I’ve spent the last few months watching from the outside, not being able to interact with her in any meaningful way. Stuck doing smaller, insignificant things she didn’t notice. All the times I’ve cleaned a dish, taken out the trash, she lets overflow until it’s about to burst. The new pairs of underwear I’ve placed in her drawer.

Granted, it was only right, since I keep taking her old ones.

I lift off the thick mask as my cock throbs painfully.

Fuck, that thing is uncomfortable.

It’s well worth getting to touch her, taste her…I nearly erupted in my pants watching her pant underneath me. I toss my mask to the side, walking from the room and letting Peaches back in before she clambers downstairs completely oblivious to everything that just went on. Taking my time walking back into the bedroom, closing the door behind me softly and heading into the, dated ensuite bathroom. Smiling to myself as I take another long look at Layla, her curly ash brown hair scattered about the pillow. Her tight cunt still glistening from her arousal. I pull my eyes from her, staring at myself in the mirror, my freckled face and messy copper hair damp from sweat. I groan as I look down at her blood plastering my hands.

She’s mine. She said my name.

I glance back into the bedroom, her full parted lips beckoning me. Jerking out my cock, barely resisting the urge to slip it into her soft warm mouth. Gripping the base of my hardened length, watching the way the half-dried blood on my hands paint my cock with her essence.

Her blood.

I pump myself harder, faster.

She moaned my name. Called out for me as she came apart in my mouth.

The way her breasts heaved as she fought against me, pushing her wet cunt into me, smearing her arousal down the front of my jeans. I hear a faint murmur come from the bedroom, my heart sputtering as a bead of come forms on the head of my blood smeared cock. I glance in as she rolls to her stomach, pushing her ass up as she brings one of her smooth ivory legs up.

“Fuck, Layla,” My body forces the words from my lips. I don’t bother with the accent, she’s too far gone to hear me. I feel my cock thicken as I brace myself on the doorframe, watching her sleep, rocking my hips in and out of my hand. I groan as I erupt, my come roping out across the bedroom floor, letting my forehead meet the doorframe. Taking deep steadying breaths, I wipe a fingertip across the head of my cock, making myself jerk as I tease the sensitive flesh there. I step over the mess I made, heading to her side, leaning over the bed.

Those fucking lips.

I can’t help the smirk that falls across my face as I gently run my come across her full pink lips. I tuck myself back in and lay down right there beside her. Right where I should be every night. Watching as the moonlight bleeds across her soft skin. My heart aches knowing this can’t last, that I can’t sleep beside the beautifully frustrating woman that holds my heart captive in her hands. I groan as I stand from the bed, my face aching from where she kneed me earlier.

Sweet dreams, little star.

Layla

“Hey, let’s get you some hot tea, okay?” Ava whispers the way you would when trying to coax a stray cat into your car. Her hand finally stops the laps it was making as she rubbed my back for the past hour.

Your arm has got to be killing you.

Officer Daniels steps into view, disrupting my mindless staring at the black TV screen, reflecting a face I recognize as both mine and unfamiliar to me. “Miss. Burke, we’re nearly done here. Are you sure you won’t take a trip to the hospital? If what you’re telling us is-”

“Ifwhat she’s telling you is true?” Ava cuts him off, stomping back in from the kitchen, tea bag in hand. “You’ve got to be kidding me. She was assaulted in her home for fuck’s sake and you have the audacity to talk to her like she’s lying?” Her small fists are balled up in anger.

Please don’t punch a cop in my house.

“Ava, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s really not.” She scoffs, crossing her arms as she stares down the officer. Who looks just as skeptical of my story as the first night I met him. Not that I can blame him this time. There is no evidence apart from the doctored cut on my arm and the delicate tennis bracelet I woke up wearing.

He did exactly what he said he would, cared for me.

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