"I'm sorry, Layla" That was it. That was the words written in fine letters on it. I felt my stomach clench, my heart seemingly dropped into the pit of my stomach. I tried to smile but it didn't work. I looked ahead to the king sized bed. It was neatly made but no sign of Logan there. I knew he placed this flower and letter here for me to find. I took a careful light step forward, stretched a bit to look into his closet. Although it's still early in the night, his room is dark, only illuminated by some foreign dim lamp lights seeming to come from the designed walls. Curtains draped from wall to wall, the floor rugged perfectly. Everything in this room screamed money. From the pure white ceiling to the well designed walls to the floor, bed, lamps, tables, sculpt and even the doors. I stopped after taking the first step. I stopped because I didn't know if it was wise walking into the lion's den. The last thing I wanted was pissing him off again. The minute I made up my mind to
"Logan?” I asked when there was no response. “Yeah?” The huskiness in his tone made me straighten and turn to look at him. My breath caught. He was standing tall in front of me, his hands resting on the table next to the wall, watching me with hooded eyes. That lingering, intense, and measuring look caused my pulse to quicken. He raised an eyebrow. “Um…” I had to search my brain for my thoughts. Oh right. Dinner. “Did you have dinner yet?” His pink tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Yeah.” He paused, then said, “But I feel like eating.” I held on to the flower glass for support. My knees suddenly felt weak. “I-I’ll make you something to eat. What would you like?” He shook his head no, but his eyes told me everything he wanted. And then… “I would really like,” he said, his voice low, “to eat you.” My eyes widened, breaths coming in pants as my heart thudded against my chest. He made a mesmerizing picture, standing there watching my every move. As
"Tell me,” I gasped, unable to stop myself from arching into his touch. “I think of your taste…in my mouth,” he rasped. “I think about what you’ll look like when I suck you. Lick you. Eat you up.” His words drove me wild. If this was madness, I would blindly jump into it if it meant I could keep listening to his words, feeling his touch, tasting his kiss. “Would you let me?” His eyes searched my face. “Layla?” Instead of answering, I looked into his brown eyes and flattened my palms on his chest, startled by the static between us. The warmth of him under his shirt made me yearn to touch his bare skin. Gingerly, I reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it, revealing his defined stomach. His eyes widened a fraction as he understood what I wanted. He was quiet as he watched me lift his shirt up and off him, letting it fall to the floor. He was beautiful, his tan skin looking smooth and healthy in the dim light. My fingertips softly brushed the light trai
I thought I couldn’t have been more scandalized than I already was, but when I felt his nose nuzzle me there and heard him inhale— “Logan, no!” I covered my face with my hands. I wanted to hide in embarrassment. “Layla” he murmured softly. “It’s okay, baby. I love your taste. I love your smell. I love everything about you. Look at me,” he coaxed. I couldn’t. How could he expect me to? I was beyond embarrassed. No one had ever… I heard him straighten. I let out a sharp breath when I felt his hands close around my wrists gently. “Layla,” he cajoled, pulling my hands away to expose my face to him. But I couldn’t look… His lips drifted to my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks, all the while murmuring sweet things to me. “You’re so damned beautiful. You taste like a dream, like a drug.” I was panting. I was lost, so lost in him. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was gazing at me, leaning forward, his hands flat on the table on either side of my hips. He had a small smi
I blinked up at him, still floating in the haze of pleasure he had put me in. I noticed the tight skin around his mouth, the way he gritted his teeth, the lust and love in his eyes as he gazed down at me, and his arousal that pressed against my thigh. “Logan?” “Yeah, baby?” I heard his sharp intake of breath as I reached to unbutton his pants. He stopped my movements with his hand. “Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely. I nodded. “I want to belong to you completely, Logan." He kissed me hungrily, his arousal pressing between my legs. He took off his pants and boxers, and I felt heat flood my cheeks as I noticed how big he was, how aroused as he was. Suddenly, he was on top of me, his arms on either side of my head as he gazed down at me with hunger. I felt him press himself between my legs, rubbing himself against my center. He was hot, hard, and unyielding. I closed my eyes, preparing myself. Then nothing. When I opened them, I found him smiling at me tenderly.
I woke up in his arms. I felt aches in my body, I felt hurt between my legs but I didn't wanna give much attention to it. I rose my head from his chest and looked up to find his face. I knew things would never be the same between us again. I'd given my body to this man. I'd sacrificed everything for him and in my defense, I lied that I was trying to escape.I knew he'd said he loved and adored me during the heated session last night but I wasn't sure if he'd said all he did because of my body or he truly meant it. He was gentle last night, throughout the night and I remember him asking if I was alright after we were done. I remember feeling dizzy afterwards and falling asleep right next to his naked body. I remember him pulling me close and covering my body with the duvet.I knew I was just another woman on his sexual list. I'd thrown my body at him last night, waking up with the hope that things really change and that he'd see the sacrifice I made for him.Logan's eyes flew open
I fell against Logan's hard chest like a log, feeling my heart leap with me. His lips planted firmly on mine for a brief brush kiss as I looked up at him. He tightens his grip around my waist. For a complete minute I was frozen on spot, just staring at his beautiful eyes as flashes from last night came like lightening. It was frightening yet sweet to think about.Last night he'd said he loved me,, then we'd had sex. I'd given my body to him. I gave him my virginity without thinking twice about it. I never gave much thought to my virginity, never saw the importance of it but somehow I always knew I was gonna give it to the man I fell in love with. I loved once and we never had the chance to get that intimate. But I gave it to Logan without hesitation, because it felt so right. And he was slow last night, I'll never get over the look in his eyes when I told him I was a virgin, the look and gentleness when he took his first stroke inside me." Stay here with me, Layla " his voice i
Logan's P. O. V. Love. Loving someone; a woman was never a plan of mine, never crossed my mind. Love was something that happened to me unexpectedly, struck me hard when I least expected it. When I'd first picked Layla up from her home that very night, I was filled with anger. I never thought she'd still be alive today, I never thought I'd be loving her like I did now. I never thought I'd be wanting to be around her, I never thought I'd be this obsessive.I could never tell her how much I loved her, she probably didn't feel the same way but I knew what I had to do, what I must to do make sure she loved me back. The sex was good, satisfying me more than any woman ever did. No other woman seemed to matter at that moment, it was all her, it was always her.Rubbing her back gently and drawing circles there, she made a stir and turned around to face me. When she smiled at me, I felt my heart skip a beat just for a second before I smiled back." Get dressed, I wanna show you something
Logan bangs his hands on the nearest table and I shook in fear. He turns around, his breath heavy and uneven. When he'd pulled me away from the bitch, I'd known something was wrong. But I'd only imagine he was upset at the pervert he looked like he was going to punch. But I'd thought wrong. " What the hell was that huh?! " He growled at me. " You think I'm an idiot right? I saw you looking at that fucking pervert since we got to that fucking beach! And then you go off flirting with him?! " " I wasn't doing anything . . . . . " I tried to defend myself but he doesn't let me, cutting me off straight up. " Shut the fuck up, Layla! I fucking saw everything! He was gonna buy you a drink! Tell me did you like it? Did you like the fact that he had his eyes all over his body, that he wanted to touch your body? " I didn't know what exactly he wanted me to say. He was being driven again by jealousy, failing to see the actual reason here. " Answer me! " " Logan I wasn't doing anything
" what do you keep looking at? " Logan asked, causing me to shudder in surprise. I abruptly turned back to him and smiled " Nothing . . . . I was just . . . . ." " You were just what? " Logan asks, looking serious now. I'd expected him to let this go but he doesn't look like he's about to let it go. Normal people would. Because I could've been looking at the people for the view, or admiring the places and the kids here. Logan looks back towards the bar and I remained still. I didn't know if the creepy man was still looking our way and somehow I wished he wasn't. Logan looks back at me and said " you know someone here, Layla? " " What? Of course not. " I replied, pouring some sunscreen cream into my palm. " That better be true. " he replied and I felt the warning in his voice. But I just nod and gave him a reassuring smile instead. He leans in and plants a kiss on my forehead. Logan stands up and dives into the water, splashing it over my thighs. I laughed with the shock of
The following morning, I woke up to the stinging sunlight invading my eyes. I squint to adjust better to the sudden brightness in the room. I heard water running in the bathroom and finally opened my eyes after the much needed contemplation. I picked myself up and stepped off the bed. I stepped towards the bathroom and leaned on the door. I didn't know why I was at the door listening in on the water running but I knew it was suiting and at some point, everything blended with the background and I was just standing there, staring into air. The door suddenly pulls open and I'm falling, only stopping when I collided with a hard solid, wet body. I looked up, groaning in pain as my head plemmeted on Logan's damp chest. I'd drifted away with the sound of the water that I didn't hear it stop. I quickly pulled back, my hair now sticking to my face from coming in contact with his dripping body. I looked up to see the surprise in his face, which now turns into an amusement as
Layla's P. O. V. There is a limit up to which your body can take pain. Some say there is no limit, your strength lies within you, you can do anything, overcome anything. Well I think that these lines means nothing to me as much as it meant nothing to Logan. They're all ideas. And why do I think so? Well because there are no super humans, and it doesn't matter how strong the hero is or how brave he is, after having your face smashed in with hammer, and having several wounds, anyone will lose their shit. And even in the unconscious state of his mind as he poured his heart out to me, I still felt the length of pain he's had to endure all his life, to get where he was now. And I felt the pain too, almost like I shared it. And maybe I did at some point. But nobody deserved to be backed into the corner the way he was. And as I watched him under my eyes, I knew that moment that I couldn't leave Logan even if I wanted to, even if he drove me away without knowing, because he was far
I dragged my hand along her bare back and drew circles there, my mind drifted into my own thoughts as she laid there over my bare chest. I listened to her slow breath and felt the warmth of her breath emanating over my skin. And all that was in my head was turning this woman back up against the wall and screaming how much I loved her until she screamed back my name. The thought makes me chuckle and she stirs on my chest, lifting her head to look at me. Still I couldn't stop smiling and I didn't want to offend her. She looked like a little baby, my little baby. Her raven black hair is sprawled over her small face, her lips pouted as she wondered what was in my head, her eyes blinking at me. " Why are you smiling? " She inquired, shifting into a more comfortable position. " I was just imagining how insanely sweet it's going to be if I turned you up against the wall and fucked you hard " I replied, not leaving a word out. Embarrassment washes over her instantly and I watched in
For the next few couple of days Logan took me out to places and I thought he'd completely forgotten about my attempt to escape on our wedding day. Logan would make love to me tenderly, he'd drive us out to eat at the most beautiful restaurants in town, he'd show me around the city and always talk about beautiful things. He'd take me visiting bawling alleys, take me shopping till I got tired. I started to warm up to him and quickly put so many things behind us. Logan would occasionally whisper into my ear how much he loved me and I'd confess it back. Especially one of the many times he pulled me into the shower with him. The feeling was immensely overwhelming. And then, just when I'd thought he'd done too much, Logan grabs me by the arm unexpectedly at the beach he'd taken us to and inhaled my hair deeply. Then he whispered into my ears " what do I have to do to make you love me Layla? " I shuddered before spinning in his arms to face him. And for the first time in so long, I
When Logan had said he planned a date for us I'd expected him to take us to one of his very fancy restaurants that he loved to take me to. Logan loved spending money on grande things, the idea thrilled him and he was always glad whenever he could impress me with all the expensive things he buys for me and the fancy places he takes me to. But instead, he'd taken me to a small eatery set back into a wooden house facing the ocean. It's built up high on a rock, just below the ocean so people could easily get their snacks and drinks and still go down to have a swim while those who loved to sit and eat could see the view of the ocean from up here. It was beautiful. And it kinda felt Mexican. Logan loved things like this I've noted and I couldn't help loving it too. Flower pots decorated the front of this dark oak building with people walking in and out, others eating outside and some inside. Logan was being overly sweet when he pulled a chair out for me and wouldn't stop smiling at
I believed that I almost saw every side of him. But this one was new to me. Logan never forced himself on me; he never had sex with me without my consent. This wasn't sex, this was rape. " Logan stop! I don't want this!" I screamed. I tried to push him away. But he doesn't stop. He abducts my two hands and locks them in his one hand at the top of my head. And with his one hand he started to roam my body. Every part, every inch. He slides his hand down my stomach and reaches the hem of my white pants. I tried to pull my legs together but his wide body separates them further as he fully laid on top of me, letting go of my hands so he could take off my shirt. Then I started to fight him again. Logan never forced me to have sex with him. I knew he'd attempted that when he'd newly kidnapped me but he always stopped when I asked him to. But right now, he was so furious and driven by pure hate and anger I knew he wasn't going to stop if I begged him to. But I don't stop fighting. I t
I watched wide eyed as Logan provided a portable knife from his back pocket and pushed it's blade out. He leans back on top of me and traced the cold metal along my chin. I knew I had to remain still so I don't get torn with the sharp object. " Please......" I begged, my body physically vibrating. " Shhhhhh" Logan said like he was cooing to a baby. " That's not what I wanna hear, love. You don't need to beg me, you know why I'm doing this to you don't you? So you don't have to be scared of me " I simply nodded gently as I knew exactly what would happen if I disobeyed him. Whatever happened today was my fault but I didn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this drastic punishment and I knew being the Logan that he was, there was more installed for me. Logan sighed and slowly started stroking my hair. I flinched at first but I knew there was no point in defying him anymore. So I let him stroke my hair and I saw how satisfied he was that I wasn't trying to fight him anymore. Then h