Alexander: Stumbling upon the one person you're missing in your life only to screw up and watch her walk away. It's Soul crushing. Heartbreaking. What Lili doesn't know is this Marine's endurance is untamable. I've been beaten down, now it's time to rise, or submit and lose it all. Do I succumb to the darkness and welcome the silence? My sunshine is shrouded in ominous blackness; the trust she placed on me now vanquished. She's gone and I fear my demons will find their way out.
Knock, knock. Poetry is my expression, only now that life is grim. I'm no longer in control. I do not want to hurt those I love, but I cannot keep afloat. I'm drowning, calling for help; the gun is in my hand and I'm eager to pull the trigger.
Liliana: He betrayed my trust and now my skeletons are out of the closet for all to see. If any of my secrets fall in the wrong hands, chaos would follow. I knew I could never love, so why does this hurt so? The monster is at the forefront of my mind, enjoying the game. Time to play. Can I trust Zander and his mates with their vow of protection? If I have learned anything, you should never question a Marine's promise. With music as my emotion, the songs playing behind the locked door tell me of a broken man's world. Sometimes it's the hero that needs saving, this be one of those times. Do not fret, Alexander, I'm going to save ye.
Chapter 14
Lili POV: After the art gala ends, Lili and Alexander have a bit of playtime back at her flat.
“I want to undress ye.” I whisper and turn, beginning the process of undoing the buttons on his shirt.
As he had done with my zipper, I take my time, paying close attention and not taking things too quickly. Once undone, I untuck the material from his trousers then run my hands over his shoulders to remove it then toss it over by his jacket on the chair. I rake my nails gently over his chest and down his abdomen, his light dusting of hair is a trail leading to a very happy place.
I stop at his belt, my whisper turning sultry, “Tell me, was it difficult having to keep your body under control all night?”
“Unbearable.” He answers all too quick. “You have no idea the number of times I was tempted to drag you into an empty room, pin you against the wall, lift your dress up and feel how drenched the lace between your legs would be. I wanted nothing more than to sink my fingers inside your soaked pussy, watch you come undone for me, all while hundreds of guests lingered just on the other side of the door.”
I suck in a breath. I’m no exhibitionist, but that, oh my, why didn’t he do that? I would’ve agreed.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Layla resides nestled in the woodlands of Western New York with her son and adopted pet, Kit Kat. School life is her passion, writing romance gives her satisfaction. She enjoys her family, musical instruments, festivals, and takes pride in being a volunteer LGBTQ+ youth counselor and advocator of Love is Love.
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