Chapter 17
We have been going over the plan for about an hour now and I was sure that the plan would work. Everyone had their doubts about Layla, but I was sure that threatening her life would be a good enough reason for her to not fuck this up.
They were all exiting my office now, but I wasn't quite ready for Layla to leave just yet.
"Not you" I said directing my statement to Layla.
I knew that she knew I was referring to her as she came to a halt a few feet away from the door. When the last person left, they closed the door behind them.
I was standing a few feet behind her, just admiring her round ass. The pants and shirt were a bit loose. She always dressed like this, which only made me want to see what was underneath all those loose clothes even more.
I wanted to see if she was as sexy as I had imagined her to be.
I took slow tantalizing steps to get to where she was. I could see her visible stiffen with each step I took. I was now right behind her, my breath fanning her exposed neck.
I moved her hair over one shoulder, exposing her slender neck. Running my fingertips along her neck, I couldn't help but press myself up against her back. Her skin was so soft and smooth that all I wanted to do was press my lips on her shoulder.
She wasn't even doing anything, but she still managed to drive me crazy. It didn't help that she also smelt so good, like vanilla, that all I wanted to do was taste her to see if she tasted as good.
She took a step from me and turned around to glare at me. I wanted to laugh at her face. Her glare was not scary at all. I knew that she feared me, but was just putting up a tough front in front of me.
"Feisty. I like it" I said with a smirk.
"Don't touch me" she let out through gritted teeth.
"Is that what you really want? Because if I remember clearly, you weren't saying that when I had my fingers buried inside you" I took a step forward with a mocking smirk, just to tick her off even more.
The more she tried to fight this, the more I wanted to fuck her.
The first time I made her come, I could tell that she was inexperienced from the way she reacted to me, and just the thought alone, made my dick twitch.
Fuck.
Was she?
Was she a virgin?
I've been with a virgin before and outcome was a disaster. She was so clingy, following me around like a lost puppy.
When I told her that it was just a one-time thing, she fucking lost it. She was a stalker. Everywhere I went, I saw her. I became tired of her antics, so I had to get rid of her.
No, I didn't kill her, just shipped her off to another continent.
She made a move to walk away, when I grabbed her arm and pulled her back forcefully into my chest. I wrapped a strong arm around her waist keeping her trapped.
She was pressed up against me and I could feel every inch of her body. I was really enjoying this, enjoying her body against mine.
"And where do you think youâre going Cara?" I whispered in her ear.
I bit her ear seductively; pressing my body up against her more, if that was even possible. I knew she was trying to hold back her moans as she tilted her head slightly to the side. I didn't want her to hold back her moans; I wanted everyone in this house to hear her screams of pleasure and knew that it was because of me.
My free hand went around her to wrap around her neck as I walked back to my desk. I turned around and used my hand that was around her waist to clear my desk, with my other hand still wrapped around her neck.
I bent her over my desk and positioned myself behind her with her ass in the air. I was just standing behind her enjoying the view of her bent over my desk.
I was behind her for a while, unmoving. Then she started to struggle against my hold, trying to free herself. I gripped both hands behind her back in a tight grip. This however, didn't derail her as she began struggling even more, which only resulted in her ass wiggling against my boner.
My dick was straining against my pants and if she kept rubbing her ass against me, I don't know how long it would take for me to lose control and take her.
"Fuck. If you don't stop struggling, I might just fuck you right here, right now" I groaned.
At this, she immediately seized her attempt at breaking free. In turn I flipped her over on the desk so that she was now laying on her back.
I wanted to see her face when I pleasured her.
I grabbed a hold of her hands in one hand and tied them above her head with a piece of cloth that was on the desk. I spread her legs and stepped between them rubbing her through her pants.
She kept biting her lips to prevent the moans from escaping, but I was determined to hear that sweet voice scream my name in pleasure.
So, I leaned over her and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. Hooking my fingers at the hem of her shirt, I slowly trailed the shirt up and above her boobs. I pulled back to get a better look at her.
Trailing my eyes over her boobs and stomach, I couldn't help but groaned lowly. The push up bra was doing wonders for her perky boobs. She was curvy with a flat stomach. Filling my eyes with every exposed part of her body only turned me on even more.
I leaned down and pulled down her bra so that I could see her breasts in full view. Bringing my mouth down I took one nipple in my mouth and used my hand to massage the other one.
Slowly trailing my lips lower, I left butterfly kisses on her stomach and swirled my tongue along her belly button. Moving even lower, I trailed my lips along the waist of her pants.
She was now moaning loudly, not holding anything back as she thrashed around wildly, thrusting her hips in the air.
I took my time taking off her pants and underwear, before I took a step back to admire her now naked body.
I could see that she was wet and ready. Licking my lips, I couldn't help but take all of her in, until she closed her legs.
"Open your legs, Cara; I want to see all of you"
She shook her head 'no', but I wasn't having any of it.
"I'm not going to ask again. Open your legs or I will open them for you"
She slowly opened her legs with her eyes closed as I made my way over. Kneeling before her I position myself between her legs with my mouth hovering over her opening.
I blew on her before licking along her slit to get a taste of her. She tasted sweet, as I had expected. I sucked, licked and bit her clit, while holding her down.
I knew that she was close and I couldn't wait to taste that sweet release, but before that could happen, there was a knock on the door.
I stood to my feet licking my lips just as the door opened and Luca walked in.
I just stood there, not embarrassed or anything as he took his leave.
She also got dressed and left angry after what I had said.
What did she think would happen?
I would confess my undying love for her.
If that was what she was thinking, she better erase those thoughts from her mind. Because all I wanted was sex and that's it. No strings attached.
I was sitting in my chair deep in thought when I heard a bang outside.
What was that?
Walking outside my office, I was shock at what I was seeing in front of me. My father was squeezing the life out of Layla.
What she had done this time, I thought sarcastically.
"ENOUGH!" I boomed and my father let her go.
She fell to the floor trying to catch her breath.
She looked at me and for a second there I was concerned about her, but I masked that concern as I ushered my father inside my office.
I knew how my father could get. One wrong look and he was ready to kill you. There were countless times when he held a gun to my head for doing something wrong.
Knowing Layla, there were a million things that she could have done to tick him off.
Closing the door behind me, I walked over to my chair behind my desk and took a seat.
"Marco" I addressed him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I might be retired, but I am free to come here whenever I want" he replied coldly.
If you guys think I was a monster, you clearly haven't met my dad before. He killed people for fun.
When I took over for him, I had to close down some of his operations, like sex trafficking. He was a heartless man.
Those few words were the only thing he'll say to me, while he sat and looked around, before he'd leave to assess the rest of the house.
He was a man of very few words.
He got up from the chair and looked around and when he was satisfied, he left.
I wanted to go check on Layla, but I also didn't want to send the wrong message.
A few minutes later Enzo burst into my office.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he seethed in anger.
"What are you talking about?" I asked bored.
"Why would you hurt her like that?"
"I didn't touch her, Marco did" I replied nonchalantly.
"Your father's here?" he asked surprised.
"He's around here somewhere" I shrugged.
"She's unconscious right now" he said a moment later.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"You should probably check on her"
"She's not my problem"
"She is. You're keeping her here"
I wasn't having this conversation with him again. He knew that it was either I kept her as a prisoner here or I'd kill her.
"Don't act like you don't like her. She can be annoying sometimes, but she is still a human being. Plus, Luca filled me in on what you two were doing" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"If I go check on her, will you shut up and leave me alone?" I asked frustrated.
"Scout's honor" He saluted.
"Good. Now leave."
He chuckled as he made his way out of my office.
I went in her room with soup on a tray. I was pretty sure she hadn't eaten since breakfast.
Oh, and I didn't make the soup, I had one of the maids do that. If I had tried to myself, I probably would have burnt down the house.
Her room was empty and for a second, I thought she wasn't in her, until I heard sobs coming from the bathroom door. I had no idea how to deal with a crying woman so I placed the tray on the bedside table and waited for her outside.
I have been waiting for a few minutes now. Why is it that when women cry, they cry for so long?
Just as the thought came to mind, she came out of the bathroom with her hair disheveled and puffy red eyes. Her jaw was swollen and there was a bandage around her head.
I was concerned about whether or not she was ok, but when I asked, she didn't reply. So, I assumed she was ok, considering her condition.
When she saw me, she froze with her eyes wide. I guess she was surprised to see me. I was surprised to even be in here.
She sat on her bed and I took a chair and placed it in front of her. I took a seat and took up the tray with the soup from the bedside table.
I took a scoop of the soup with the spoon and blew on it, then brought it to her mouth. She was still in shock and I didn't blame her.
"Open" I commanded and she complied.
This went on until the soup was finished. I knew that if I had left the soup, she wouldn't have drunk it, thinking I poisoned it or something, so I stuck around to feed her myself.
Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel a bit of concern for her. I have done bad things to her too, but I didn't want others to treat her the way I did.
Every time I looked at her, my heart sped up a bit and I had no idea why. She made me feel things I didn't want to feel.
I got up quickly to leave. I couldn't stay in here any longer.
"You should get some rest" I said before I left.
Was Enzo, right?
Did I like her?