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My body hasn’t recovered from my first orgasm, and he’s already pushing me to my next. The tighter his grip, the more I want and crave it.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps. His hand moves to my breast, my nipples already plucked out and sensitive. He rubs his hands over them, grabbing them between his fingers and twisting. He moves his lips to my nipple and digs his teeth into them. “And mine. You fucking belong to me, Layla. In life and death. Do you understand?”
Every ounce of pain gives me so much life.
“More,” I demand, bucking my hips into his hard cock. Eying his gun.
“What do you need more of, Layla?”
Terror slices through me when I realize what I’m about to ask. “I want you to hurt me.”
He rises, and a few seconds later, hovers over me, and fear rams into my senses. “How, baby? Tell me exactly what you want.”
My thighs clench. “Use your gun,” I beg. “I want to see how good you are with it?” He rises, and I quickly turn to face him, my breasts hanging out. He pulls out his gun and hoists it up onto his shoulder and points it directly at me. If I didn’t know before, I know now how deadly this man is.
I lean back and spread my legs, and he moves the gun, pressing the cold steel against my clit. It’s fully loaded…I have no doubt about that.
I slide my pussy over the tip, spreading myself over it and grind against it, keeping my eyes on his the entire time. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my gun like you’re begging for your life.” I twist myself over its tip, the slow sensual burning inside me helping me take it in. I ride it, bringing myself to climax. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls the gun out and points it right at me, the little red dot settling on my eye.
He clicks the safety off and shoots the gun, the bullet whizzing just by my face, it barely nicks my ear. I stare at him wide-eyed, and he’s grinning at me.
It’s diabolical and incredibly sexy how good he is with the gun. How close he was to shooting me but didn’t.
He licks his lips, leans down, and kisses me, replacing the gun with his dick. The darkness in his eyes settles back to their golden color, his scars disappear. He fucks me slowly and softly, nuzzling his lips into my neck, and whispers in my ear, “If you run away from me again, Layla, next time, I won’t fucking miss.”
Chapter 24
The snap of fingers brings me back to the land of the living.
“Layla. That’s enough.”
My consciousness returns, pulling me back from Nick. As my mind clears, my memories of who Nick is fall into place. That day marked the start of my darkest hours—the beginning of my descent. Now, one name is seared into my mind.
Beth Ashby…
“Layla. Layla!” Regina hisses. “Wake up, now.”
My eyes pop open, locking onto Regina. My heart accelerates, and my fingernails dig into my thigh, re-bruising already tender flesh. I can’t stop digging my nails into my skin. Like a dog with a bone, determined to tear me to shreds with a clenched jaw that won’t relent. I have lost control of my hand and am terrified of my own strength. I’m absolutely feral.
“Layla. Listen to my voice. It’s Regina, and we are at your home, you’re not in captivity. You’re safe.”
Safe. Safe. Safe.
Except I’m not safe. That place felt safer than here, which is why my mind keeps returning to it.
Beth Ashby is the Constellation Killer, and I’ve been in love with Nick since I was a teenager, and completely blocked him out…
Beth rushes into the room. “What’s happening to her? Can you stop it?”
“Give her a few minutes, Beth. She needs to come out of this on her own.”
“Layla,” Regina says. “Just focus on breathing. Five deep breaths.”
The air feels like poison, choking me as it fills my lungs. My chest rises and falls with loud breaths. I slow my breathing, and my body begins to calm.
Regina’s and my mother’s worried faces look down at me. I glance at my thigh in horror at the three fresh, bloody nail marks right where my bruises are.
This doesn’t look good for me.
