Sold to the mafia boss

Layla’s P. O. V.

His breath fans my lips when he leans closer, and then our lips collide, like two meteors on their way down to earth. Yes, because that’s how this simple kiss made me feel, made the bottom of my stomach feel. That’s exactly what this kiss is earth-shattering, mind-blowing and intoxicating.

Our lips fused and his tongue lashed against mine, fighting for dominance. My lips were bruised but just like that, the pains faded away as he planted a kiss there. My hands twitched under his grip and I wanted to push him off but besides my hands being locked and unable to move, there was something about the warmth from his lips. At that brief moment, I realized how cold I was.

He had laid with me all night to keep me warm. I felt heat ripple throughout my body as I imagined my body pressed up against him last night, his lips moving slowly against mine right now.

My breath cut short in my throat when his hands flew over to cup my breasts, sending shock explosion through my bloodstream. I suppressed a moan and knew immediately that if I didn’t stop him, I wouldn’t be able to stop if he went any further. I’d never been with a man before and I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that right now, especially with him. Everything about this man screamed dangerous and at the same time sexy.

” Please stop ” I let the words out before I could stop myself.

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he slides his hands underneath my shirt, leaving tantalizing sensations everywhere his fingers touched. I moaned hoarsely, embarrassed afterwards. The last thing I wanted him to think was that I wanted him which was very much true. This was nothing more than some physical attraction.

He goes slightly up and starts unbuttoning my shirt, his eyes holding mine and captivating them, rendering me speechless. His eyes dared me to say a word but I just laid there, scared to speak. Scared of getting him upset. I meant nothing to him and if we had sex right now, I would be just like the other countless girls he’d slept with, no exception.

I shut my eyes as he started kissing me again. His lips trails down my neck in peppering hot kisses. I tried to suppress the moan building up in my throat. I felt his hands cupping my bra and pressing my breasts. I couldn’t let this go on. Not if I meant nothing to him.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

” Please, you’re hurting me.” I said as calmly as I could.

Surprisingly, he stops, flinching away as if I was something that burnt him all of a sudden, as if he wasn’t completely enticed by my body just a split second ago.

His eyes held fire as they blazed down at me. I tried to sit up while pulling my shirt together on the front. I didn’t understand myself. One time I wanted him and the other I just want his hands off me. Because none of this feels right. His touches on my body feels so right so good, nothing ever felt so good before but in the end I’m just some weak girl he could beat whenever he wanted only to come back and have me in whatever positions he wanted. I wasn’t gonna let that happen. I’m gonna keep fighting as long as I can.

He jumps off the bed and started towards the door but stops before he reaches it. I watched his back until he turned around to see me and said ” you were only lucky, Layla. I was merciful enough to have let you lived another day. If you try to escape again, I will kill you, mark my fucking words. ”

” You’ll still kill me either ways, ” I replied bravely, much to his amusement ” so why wait around for you to do with me whatever you please? ”

A smirk lingers at the corner of his lips, amusement glistening in his eyes before he replied ” oh I haven’t even started with you yet, princess ”

Quickly fastening my buttons, I rose up and closed the distance between us. I didn’t know where the energy came from but I was glad that I wasn’t just crying like a baby this time. I was standing up to him and letting him know my mind.

I looked up to find his eyes, searching within the silvery depth of his eyes for any form of emotions but there was none. It was all cold. He was a monster. A monster bound to break me. The realization causes tears to well up in my eyes, blurring my vision of his handsome face.

” I hate you so much, Logan DeAngelo ” I said into his face.

If I hadn’t paid much attention to his face I’d have missed the cold reaction to what I’d just said in his eyes. I could tell that no one had ever dared to speak to him the way I did, not even his own mother probably.

He leans down, my legs urging me to take a step back but I stayed rooted on spot stubbornly, not blinking an eye. ” You can hate me all you want, Layla, ” he said, his voice bold and dry ” but the truth still remains. Your family doesn’t and would never want you, not even in a million times. You’re better off with me. And if I need tattooing that into your fucking thick skull then I would, ” his eyes dragged over mine, ” but I do not have all the luxury in the world to be teaching a naive little girl common sense. The sooner you get used to this place the better for you. I would not entertain you running off all the time and causing me my precious time.” He starts walking back towards his door, his front still turned to me as he walked backwards, spreading his arms to say the final words ” you try to escape again, I’ll be putting a bullet through your head”

And then he was gone, disappeared into thin air. I broke down onto the floor, crying my heart out, pain etching through my heart.