Sold to the mafia boss

Layla’s P. O. V.

I spent the next week alone in the room. I wasn’t allowed downstairs after that day. I woke up every morning to meet my breakfast on the bed. So were the other meals sent in by the guards. I found myself falling drastically into another stage of depression.

I tended to my bruises every single day by myself, crying most of the time. After five days, my bruises had completely healed and disappeared. I spent most of my time reading the books Logan had brought me, learning to love them with every page that I turned.

During this times I was also trying hard not think about Logan because he was all I thought about. I was stuck remembering everything he said to me that day, remembering his every touch on my body when I woke up to his body laid up against mine. How his lips felt against mine, how his hands fitted perfectly around my breasts.

For a while I thought I was actually missing him. I knew escaping wasn’t an option anymore. I hated to believe that I wasn’t ever going to get out of here but that seemed to be the only option here. It’s either that or I die. And lately I wasn’t sure if I wanted the latter. Not after what his touch did to me, to every nerve in my body.

Today, it’s late in the afternoon, nearing evening, clouds gathering up in the distance, casting dark colors over the sky when I rose from the lounge where I’d laid for hours reading, and walked over to the side of the room which overlooked the front yard. I knew something must have called my attention because I saw Logan stepping off a navy blue SUV car. He’s dressed in black suits, a color I’ve realized was his favorite, his hair styled back with a gel and dark shades concealing his beautiful eyes.

My stomach rumbles in excitement as I watched him walk towards the house. I hate to admit that I was glad to see him. But I was. I really was. His skin looked tanned a little bit from the last time I’d seen him, his lips much pinker and his jawline more defined.

I turned around towards the door. They slid open and I carefully stepped out. I walked over to the stairs landing. I’d expected to see him entering the door into the living room but he wasn’t. And he doesn’t appear to be outside either. I was unable to think about where he could possibly be because I suddenly felt big hands grab me, one on my arm and the other around my waist, gripping tight.

Logan spins me around skillfully, bringing me impossibly closer to him. My hands landed flat on his chest, my forehead hitting his hard chest. If I was his height I’d probably be colliding into his face, lips into lips.

My stomach fluttered as I tried to regain my balance, my body still pressed up against his, his hand gripping my waist tightly in place. I looked up at his eyes. They were glistening. They held strange mischief in them, a smile tucking at the ends of his lips.

” Did you miss me? ” He asks teasingly. He gave me a flirtatious smile that got my cheeks burning.

I’d probably have said yes to that if he was someone else, if he hadn’t held me here against my will. But he was him, he was the wicked Mafia who’d captured me from my home.

I struggled to break free from him but he just held me tighter. After a long while of struggling, he lets go of my arms, only catching me halfway and turning me towards the wall, pressing me hard against it.

” What are you doing? ” I asked in between breaths.

I shivered when I felt his skin grazing my chin as he whispered into my ear ” since you didn’t miss me, I’m telling you that I did. ”

He swipes me off my feet and carries me back into my room, setting me down only to push me back against the wall. Heat rippled through out my body as he pressed his body against mine, pushing me impossibly into the wall. I wanted to push him away but I found my body paralyzed under his, betraying me and unwilling to push him off.

My body seemed to want this. His face dug into my neck and he planted kisses there. I knew there was no stopping him now. He was going to rape me.

My heart hammered against my ribcage. When his hands grabbed my breasts and ran over them, I felt a fire envelope my body. And I didn’t hate it. I wanted more. I wanted him to take me right there. A painful moan escaped my lips as his hands continued to torture my breasts, his lips going over to claim my lips. He kissed me. There was no passion. Just a brutal, hungry kiss. And I welcomed it.

He holds my hands against the wall so he could easily kiss my neck and chest. My body shivered and my legs weakened.

I wondered if this was gonna happen right now, if I needed to tell him that I’d never had sex with any man before. I felt confused.

” Stop …” I tried to speak but instead he spun me around, pressing my face into the wall. He pressed his body against mine. I felt his hardness pressed firmly against my butt, his strong arms enveloping my smaller body. He starts kissing the nape of my neck, groaning as he went. He kissed my ear, my neck, my shoulder. He tries to pull down my sleeve and I reached out to stop him. Instead, he Yanks my hand up against the wall and holds it there with his fingers intertwined with mine.

I felt shiver run up my spine when his hand started feeling my bum. I wanted him so badly but I knew I couldn’t let this happen.

” Stop ” I tried again.

Instead, he shocked me as he leaned into my ears and whispered sensually ” I’ve been sexually frustrated since the day you came into this mansion, Layla and I am not taking no for an answer today”