Page 64 of For the Love of Layla

My God, Liam…

“Did you kill her too, your au pair?”

He pulls his eyes from my heaving chest, meeting mine, “It was the first time I ever felt it… that part of me. Therealme, I tried to convince her to stay. To take me with her, but she wouldn’t. I couldn’t stand it, the thought of her leaving me behind withthatfamily, so I got… mad. I don’t remember much, except my hands on her right before she fell.” Tears fill my eyes again as I cup his face. He leans into my touch closing his, overwhelmed by the memory.

“I’ve spent my whole life hiding that part of me, the part that… fixates. You changed all of that the moment I saw you, I didn’t want to hide anymore. I just wanted you toseeme, Layla.”

“You’ve hurt a lot of people. Things can’t go back to how they were. You realize that, right?” He ignores me, but his eyes darken, as if he’s considering the truth behind my words. It's unlike him to not think things through.

“Lítla ást, tell me, it wasn’t all bad, was it?” He asks as he gently runs his lips over the fabric of my shirt. His lips and tongue teasing my hardened nipples through the thin fabric. The next breath I take is shuttering and all-consuming. I don’t have it in me to push him away, to try and break free.

Nothing in me wants to fight this, fight him despite all the terrible things he’s done.

He did it all for you.

Can he love me? Truly love me after the things he’s put me through? He enjoyed every rip in my heart, every single time I begged him to stop. He liked it.

Didn’t you?

I feel arousal seep into my underwear, the heated core between my thighs tightening as he continues down. Suddenly feeling very grateful for my last cycle being a teaser period.

“Remember that first night how I licked your desperate little cunt?” A moan slips from my lips as I pull my legs further apart for him. Exposing myself, the sound of the chain dragging against the floor beneath the bed sends chills down my spine, only adding to the need growing between my legs. He gently runs his hand underneath my shirt, cupping my breast. Rolling my nipple between his fingers, making me raise my chest higher. Pushing my breast harder into his hand, he smirks, pinching down on my nipple roughly, “Answer the question, little star.”

“Yes, I remember.” I gasp as he uses his free hand to slide my underwear over, his tongue teasing my slit. “You called out for me. Even then you knew, part of you knew.” With that he dives in, his tongue slipping inside of me before he curls it up hitting me somewhere that forces my head backwards. I cry out something between a moan and his name. My body pitches up, back arching off the bed as his fingers lightly tease my nipples. “Liam, slow down.” I moan, unsure if I actually want him to as he continues his assault on my throbbing sex.

“Mine.” He groans against me as he withdraws. I take a deep breath before he sucks my clit into his mouth roughly, sending me hurtling towards my orgasm. He doesn’t let up as the sensation becomes too much, my hands fisting the sheets at my sides. Just as I begin to tighten, he releases me, dragging his mouth down to my inner thigh just below the place where I need him most. I moan, bucking my hips in a desperate attempt to release the tension.

Bite. Lick. Suck.

His messy copper hair brushes across my sensitive throbbing flesh, tickling and teasing it as he moves to the opposite side.

Bite, lick, suck.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

I shake my head. How could I say that to you right now even if it is true? After everything you’ve done. “Tell me.” He warns before nipping at my throbbing bud. I push my core into him as he resumes lapping at me. As soon as my climax nears he once again pulls back, leaving me panting and brimming with need.

“Please.” I beg, my voice breaking as all of those overwhelming emotions flood back to me. I reach down, knotting my hands in his soft hair before he roughly pins them at my sides. Slipping feather light flicks of his tongue over my clit again and again, forcing me to the brink.

“Liam.” I moan as tears fill my sore, puffy eyes.

“You tried to run from me. Did you really think I was going to let you get away with that? That I wouldn’t punish you, Layla?”

Punish me…

I cry out as he starts the process all over again, bringing me to the cusp of an orgasm before jerking it away, leaving me panting with a painful throb in my sex. “Tell me who you belong to.” Anger flares up inside me as I try to force my legs closed. Another game. Another way for him to sate the monster that runs rampant in his mind, “You.” I spit out, ignoring the way I gush at his smirk.

“Good girl.” He whispers against my skin before he pulls out his hardened length, roughly flipping me onto my stomach. I bite down on my bottom lip as he jerks my hips up, burying himself inside me, forcing his name from my lips. His thrusts are frenzied and brutal, the sounds of our flesh filling the room as he bends, pressing rough kisses into my back. I scream as a sudden wall of pleasure rips through me, making my limbs go weak beneath him. The orgasm is equal parts pleasure and pain, just like him. “There you go, baby.” He groans and all the sudden his thrusts aren’t rough. They’re slow, languid. He cups my face from behind as he pulls in and out of me no shortage of love in his eyes. He moans my name and my heart flutters as he presses his forehead to my back and erupts inside of me. Jerking slightly from the waves of his own orgasm, he smiles against my flushed skin, “Tell me you love me.”

I don’t tell him anything.

I wish I could say something had changed after that. That there was a blinding moment of clarity in his eyes, that he untied me and held me tightly in his arms, begging for my forgiveness. That everything fixed itself and we were okay. That I was okay.

He didn’t, and I wasn’t.

I stare blankly at the bedroom door. It sits wide and unwavering like a taunt, always just out of reach as the sun sets over Liam’s freckled skin. It’s been two days, two days of trying to reason with him. Reassuring him I won't leave, that I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m far… far too gone for that. Two days spend trying to make him understand he can’t keep me locked up forever.

“Why the fuck can’t I, Layla? I’m everything you need.”

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