8. Layla

Chapter eight

Layla

Z ach’s lips slammed into mine, and his hand shifted to squeeze my jaw open to give him access to my mouth. Flames of desire licked through my veins. Yes! This was what I needed. Zach knew I didn’t want soft and sweet. I needed to be fucked raw. I needed to feel a different kind of pain. Zach thrust his tongue into my mouth hungrily, leaving no question who was in charge. I happily relaxed in his arms, giving him complete control over my body. For now, I wasn’t Layla Romano, Crime Boss; I was Layla Romano, willing fuck toy.

Breaking the kiss, Zach trailed his mouth down to my neck. He stopped over my hammering pulse and bit down— hard! I yelped and then moaned as Zach sucked at the spot to soothe it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke the skin, and I definitely wouldn’t put it past him to suck my blood if given the opportunity. Right now, that was the exact level of crazy I needed.

“More,” I urged.

Zach’s only response was a low growl as he yanked my shirt down so that my right bra-covered breast popped out of the already plunging neckline of my shirt. He bit down again, and this time, I was ready for it and only moaned.

“More,” I demanded, the pain flowing like a drug through my veins and chasing away the hurt and devastation I felt. I knew it wasn’t a permanent fix, but that didn’t matter right now. The world suddenly flipped upside down as Zach tossed me over his shoulder and walked away from the water.

“What was wrong with where we were?” I complained.

SMACK

I actually fucking screamed out loud from the force of his spanking. My ass cheek burned and fueled the flames of desire. I was pretty sure I now had a hand-shaped welt on my ass.

“You aren’t in charge right now, Layla,” Zach said calmly. “You will do what I fucking tell you, when I tell you, where I tell you to do it. If you aren’t the good little girl I know you can be, I will spend the rest of the afternoon keeping you teetering on the edge. You won’t come until the sun sets.”

“Yes, Sir!” I said, saluting behind his back.

I earned another brutal hit to my other cheek. “I dare you to test me, Layla. You wanted this, and I aim to please, but I’ll do it my way.”

Zach proved his agility by picking his way back up the dunes without slipping or losing his footing. When we reached the car, he dropped me on the hood and ripped his belt from the loops of his jeans. The metal was almost uncomfortably hot, but I embraced it. “Fold your arms behind your back,” he ordered.

I quickly rolled to my stomach and did what he instructed. He adjusted my arms the way he wanted and then bound my forearms together with the belt. When he finished, Zach flipped me onto my back again and pushed my shirt over my head. It covered my eyes but, thanks to the low neckline, left my mouth exposed. I felt him push my bra up, and seconds later, I moaned as his lips closed around a nipple.

He spent enough time to tease the taut peak before his mouth moved to my side, where I received another bite. God, I hope his mark covers my body when this is over. Zach bit my stomach next, right beside my belly button, causing me to arch my back.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. Each bite was like a quick fix to my guilt.

“When we’re done, I’m going to pick my favorite to get tattooed on you permanently,” Zach replied as he unbuttoned my ocean-soaked pants and peeled them and my underwear off my body. I would have a hell of a time getting back into them later. I loved his tattoo idea. I wanted all of my men’s marks permanently branded on my body. Sean’s face flashed in my mind, and I whimpered.

“More biting, less talking,” I demanded as I shoved Sean from my head.

SMACK

I yelped. The fucker slapped my fucking pussy!

“I told you, Layla. You aren’t in charge.” Zach chuckled as he spread my legs wider and bit down on my inner thigh. He turned his head and left another mark on my other thigh. I felt him lightly trail the tip of his finger along my slit. “You’re fucking dripping for me, Baby.” His hot breath blew across the top of my pussy where my clit was seconds before he bit me again, squeezing my clit between my flesh.

“Fuck!” I shouted as I came, my body shaking from the sudden orgasm.

“Oh, Layla,” Zach tsked. “Did I give you permission to come?”

Zach dragged me off the hood of the car, turned me around, and bent me over. He pressed me down so that my breasts were against the hot metal.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

I cried out as Zach rained blow after blow down on my ass in punishment. My tears soaked into my shirt, but when he paused, I couldn’t stop myself from shaking my ass at him teasingly.

“You’re really in your self-destructive era today, aren’t you?” Zach growled as he kicked my legs further apart. His jeans brushed against my legs as he moved into position. Feeling him line himself up with my entrance was the only warning I got before he slammed into me to the hilt. The force of his thrust rocked me onto my tiptoes. Zach’s fingers dug into my hips as he forced me back down. “Keep your fucking feet flat, Layla. And I swear to God, if you come again without permission, I will wreck you.”

Zach’s pace was punishing as he fucked me hard, nearly ripping me open. In summary, it was perfect. He used my bound arms as leverage to hold me in place, not that I was going anywhere pressed against the hood of the car. His dick was hitting just right, and I knew if he kept battering my pussy like this, I was going to earn myself another punishment. When he suddenly stopped, buried deep inside of me, I whimpered. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

“I feel your sweet pussy starting to flutter around my cock, Layla,” Zach said. “Don’t you dare fucking come.” He kept me pinned to the car with his cock as he fiddled with something behind my back. “You know, I’m happy Tyler ordered lube packets and insisted we start carrying them with us. It will make this next part much easier for both of us.”

I felt the warm lube drip onto my asshole and shifted my weight at the sensation, making me moan as Zach’s dick shifted inside me as well. Zach’s thumb rubbed against my hole before pressing in. He worked the lube into my tunnel, gently stretching me, which starkly contrasted his treatment until this point. I wanted to protest, to tell him to make it hurt, but I knew I’d get my pain with my pleasure soon enough. Zach may be willing to rough me up a bit, but he would never do something that might seriously hurt me, and not properly preparing my ass for his cock could cause severe damage. The last thing any of us needed was an embarrassing trip to the emergency room.

When he could pump two fingers easily, he resumed his hard fucking of my pussy. The addition of his fingers did not make holding back my orgasm easier.

“Zach,” I groaned after a short while.

“Fucking hold it, Layla!” Zach snapped, increasing his speed.

I bit down on the inside of my mouth until I tasted blood as I tried to obey him.

“Please!” I sobbed. My body was shaking from how tense I was trying to hold back my orgasm.

Zach slammed into me one last time. “Come on my cock, Layla!” he ordered.

I let myself go and screamed as I came undone around him. If anyone was nearby, it probably sounded like I was being murdered. In a way, I think I was. My pussy was slain by the cock monster. R.I.P.

“Good girl,” Zach purred, rubbing my lower back in slow circles. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

My body relaxed under his touch as I came back down, but as my sanity returned to me, I realized something. Zach’s rock-hard cock was still buried inside me. He hadn’t come with me. This wasn’t over, and I wasn’t sure my body had anything left to give, but I knew I wouldn’t have a choice.

Zach leaned over me until his mouth was by my ear. “Now it’s my turn,” he said darkly. He pulled his cock from my pussy and I felt my pussy flood like a busted dam, my cum running down my thighs like a raging river. His fingers left my ass but were quickly replaced by the head of his cock slowly pushing into my ass.

“Push out, Layla,” Zach ordered. My brain was still feeling a little floaty, and when I didn’t react immediately, he slapped my ass. “I fucking said to push!” I moaned and did what he asked. “Good girl,” he praised as he slid into me easier. “This will be fast, so hold on, Baby.”

As if up to now he’s been going slow? If I could form words, I would have asked how I was supposed to hold onto anything with my arms bound. It was probably a good thing that I couldn’t speak. That would have earned me another punishment, and as fun as this has been, I’m ready for a nap.

His hips bounced off my ass cheeks as Zach fucked my ass with everything he had. One hand held my arms again as his other wrapped around me, and his hand snaked between my legs to find my clit. “You’re going to come one more time for me, Layla,” he grunted.

“No more,” I moaned. I was really good for now after the mind-melting orgasm I had mere minutes ago.

“I wasn’t asking,” Zach growled. His hand shifted to my hair, yanking me off the car so that my back bowed. My shoulders rested against his chest as his hand slid to my neck and squeezed. “I said come!” To punctuate his order, Zach pinched my clit as he sank his teeth into my shoulder one final time.

“Zach!” I screeched as my body obeyed him, happily giving him one more earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck!” Zach shouted as my ass squeezed his cock in a vice-like grip. Zach slammed me back onto the hood of the car, my breath exploding from my lungs on impact. Seconds later, Zach pulled out and sprayed ropes of hot cum all over my back and ass. “Fuck, yes, Layla. I fucking love you,” Zach roared. “My cum looks so good on your red ass.” I felt him wipe the head of his cock off on my asshole as he milked the last of the cum from his balls. He took a step back, and I didn’t know what he was doing until I heard the sound of the camera on his phone.

“Zach!” I snapped. His only response was to slap my ass again. “What the fuck was that for?” I growled.

“Cum handprint,” he snickered. “It’s like finger paint for adults.” I rolled my eyes and received another slap.

“Another handprint?”

“Nope. That was for rolling your eyes.”

“Zach,” I growled in warning.

“Don’t move,” he chuckled. “We left your gun on the beach. I’ll go get it.”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I tried to stand, but my body was too exhausted to bother. I needed to start working out more.

B y the time we returned home, the sun had set. After unsuccessfully trying to get back into my pants, Zach found a pair of black joggers in his trunk for me to wear. Stilettos and joggers are quite the fashion statement. Judging by the side eye I got at the tattoo shop, I didn’t think I was pulling it off. Zach chose the last bite he gave me on my shoulder as the one he wanted as a tattoo. The artist didn’t even blink an eye as he tattooed over the marks. Once he finished all the shading, it looked like I had a fresh bite mark, which I technically did. I was excited to see what it looked like when both healed.

After the tattoo, Zach took me for hotdogs on the boardwalk for dinner, and then we played some games. He kept me occupied and having fun, but now that I was walking back into the house, reality came crashing down around me. It also came storming toward me in the form of an enraged Colton.

“Oh, good,” he sassed, “you are alive. I wasn’t sure because I had no way of getting ahold of you since you ran off on your own, and half the fucking city wants to kill you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Colt,” I sighed, sidestepping him and going upstairs. “I know Zach told you he was with me. You knew I was safe.” I walked into our bedroom and wondered where Drew and Tyler were. They probably scattered when I got home to leave me to deal with Colt alone. It also explains why Zach fell back about a block from home. He was dragging ass so he didn’t get yelled at too.

“Did I?” he yelled, following me into the room and slamming the door behind him.

“You did,” I replied. I tossed my heels into the closet and stripped off my clothes.

“Did I?” he repeated.

I turned to look at him, puzzled. Was he fucking broken? “Yes. You fucking did!” I replied in exasperation. I needed a shower, but I knew I wouldn’t get one until I dealt with Colt.

His eyes widened as they traveled down my body. “What the fuck happened to you? Is that a fucking tattoo? What the fuck have you and Zach been doing all afternoon?!”

I moved to the mirror and smiled fondly at my reflection, and the bite marks all over my body. “Zach fucked me within an inch of my life, and yes, that’s a tattoo,” I replied.

“So you spent the afternoon fucking, then went and got a tattoo to memorialize it,” he growled.

I looked at him and saw his control starting to crack. “Yep,” I chirped. “And then we went to the boardwalk for hotdogs and games. Why? Jealous?”

Colton’s eyes flashed, and I smirked as I sauntered over to stand in front of him. His eyes turned weary as I trailed a finger down his chest. “You are jealous. Would you have rather been the one making me scream instead?” I teased. I saw his jaw tick and grinned. I was playing with fire, and I knew it. Even more, I wanted it. I wanted to see his anger bubble over as his control snapped. I craved it.

I looped my finger into the waistband of his slacks and then flattened my palm against his stirring cock. “Maybe instead of making me scream, you can make me choke on your cock,” I said as I dropped to my knees and undid his belt and pants with quick fingers. I licked my lips when I tugged them down, and his dick popped up to greet me. I loved it when they went commando.

“Layla,” Colt growled down at me in warning. “I’m too pissed to take it easy on you.”

I looked up at him through my lashes as I wrapped one hand around his cock and grabbed his hand with my other. I guided it to the back of my head. “Who asked you to?”

I teased the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, pulling a guttural sound from Colt.

“I fucking warned you,” he growled as his hand on my head fisted in my hair and his other hand squeezed my jaw. Like the good girl I was, I opened my mouth for him, and he pulled me forward, slamming his cock into my hungry mouth. I breathed through my nose and relaxed my throat as he pulled back slightly and plunged back in.

Colton beat my throat with his dick like it owed him money. My eyes teared, and my lungs burned as he relentlessly fucked my face.

“Breathe!” he yelled as he ripped me off his cock. I gasped for air as drool flew from my mouth and covered my tits. After I took a few big breaths, he shoved his cock back into my mouth. “Why can’t you just fucking behave?” Colt growled angrily. “Why do you insist on constantly making me worry about you? Do you have any idea how many heart attacks you’ve nearly given me since you’ve come back into my life?!”

He slammed into my throat and then held me there. “Look at me!”

I looked at him through my tears, and he wiped them away. I grabbed his arms, my nails digging into his arms as I tried to breathe through my nose to relieve my burning lungs.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

I swallowed around him, and Colt threw his head back and moaned.

“Do it again,” he rasped.

I did, and he began to move again in short thrusts, keeping himself buried in my throat.

“That’s it, Baby. Fuck you’re so good at this. Almost there. Don’t stop. Oh God fucking dammit, don’t stop!”

Cupping Colt’s balls in my hand, I felt them tighten seconds before he swelled inside me and dumped his load down my throat with a loud groan.

“Fuck yes! Take it. Swallow it all!” He jerked my head roughly, trying to get even further, but with my nose pressed against his pubes, he was as deep as he could go. When he finished coming, he pushed me off his cock, and I fell backward onto my ass, sputtering and coughing. My throat was sore, but I relished the pain.

Colt knelt in front of me and wiped the tears, drool, and cum from my face. “Do you have any idea how fucking infuriating you are, Hellcat?” he asked softly. Colt kissed my forehead, scooped me into his arms, and carried me into the bathroom. I rested my head against his shoulder as he got the shower running.

I was going to get through this, and it appeared I had found the coping mechanism I needed.

Getting wrecked by my men. Not a bad way to cope.

T he next morning, I awoke hoping to feel refreshed and excited to get to work. I had gone to bed the night before, feeling like I had turned a page. Turns out, grief isn’t quite that gracious. I got dressed and went downstairs. Everyone was still in the kitchen when I entered.

“Good morning, Bambina,” Cordy said, setting a cup of coffee in front of me as I slid onto a stool at the island. “You’re eating breakfast!” she continued, pointing her spatula at me.

“Yes, ma’am!” I replied, saluting her.

Cordy rolled her eyes but chuckled anyway.

“Did you sleep well?” Drew asked, eyeing me worriedly.

“I slept great,” I chirped. I shifted the attention from me to Autumn. “How are you doing, Autumn?”

She shrugged sadly without lifting her eyes from her plate of eggs and bacon. I met Jen’s eyes, and she shook her head slightly. Autumn wasn’t handling the news of Sean’s death well.

“Hey, Autumn! I have to finish some work this morning, but would you like to take Dash and Dire to the dog park with me this afternoon? We could get pizza on the way.” I desperately wanted to get her mind off of Sean and see a smile on her face again.

Autumn shook her head, and my spirits plummeted.

“Well, if you change your mind, just come by my office, ok?”

Autumn nodded silently. I did this to her. If she knew the truth, she would never forgive me.

Cordy placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. “Looks great, Cordy,” I said, desperately needing the uncomfortable silence to break. I coughed as I grabbed my fork and stabbed at my eggs.

“You aren’t getting sick, are you?” Cordy asked, rushing to my side to feel my forehead.

“I’m fine, Cordy,” I assured her. “My throat is just a little sore today.” I caught Colton’s proud smirk over her shoulder and shook my head.

Cordy’s concerned eyes shifted from my face to my neck. “What is that?” she asked, moving my shirt to the side.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, shrugging it back into place and turning away from her a little. Her eyes moved to my other shoulder, where the tattoo could be seen.

“Are those? Layla Grace Romano, are those human bites?” She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to get a better look, nearly pulling me off the stool. “Is this a tattoo?!”

I wasn’t sure why she was reacting like this. It’s not like it was my first tattoo. “Yes?”

“Of all the things...” she muttered. Whipping around, she glared at my men sitting at the table. “Which one of you heathens have been chewing on Layla?”

Without any shame, Zach raised his hand and grinned at Cordy. “That would be me.”

Cordy stomped over to the table, snatched the paper from Tyler’s hands, and whacked Zach on the head. “She is not a bone. Stop chewing on her like a dog!”

I snorted a laugh at Zach’s shocked expression. “She told me to!” he accused, pointing his finger at me.

Cordy turned back to me, and I shrugged. “I did.”

Cordy smacked the paper against Tyler’s chest to return it to him and angrily threw her hands up. She mumbled in Italian the entire walk back to the stove. “Do as you wish!” she said, turning back to wave her spatula at all of us. “But I’ll remind all of you of two things. One: Layla isn’t just the head of some gang. She is an important member of the community. How should people take her seriously if she looks like she fought off a rabid human?”

I laughed and set my pistol on the island. “This usually does the trick,” I joked. My guys and Jen snickered, earning them a seething glare from Cordy.

“Two,” she continued, “You have a little human you are setting an example for. Try to remember that she’s watching. You wouldn’t want to teach her the wrong things.”

Her second reason sobered me immediately, and I pushed my plate away as the bacon I had been nibbling on turned to sawdust in my mouth. “No, I wouldn’t,” I said quietly as I stood. “I’ve got work to do. Thanks for breakfast.”

“Layla?” Cordy asked, concerned by my mood change. I didn’t answer her as I left the kitchen. “What happened?” I heard her ask the others.

“She’s struggling right now,” I heard Drew explain.

Molly was already in my office when I entered. “Molly, until told otherwise, can you please work from your office?”

“Yes, Boss,” she replied, immediately jumping to gather her things. “Did I upset you in some way?”

“No, you haven’t done anything wrong, Molly. I would just prefer to work alone for now,” I sighed. I looked around my office for the bar cart and didn’t see it. “Molly, do you know what happened to the bar cart?”

“Uhh, I believe I saw Drew rolling it away when I arrived this morning,” she replied hesitantly.

“Fucker,” I complained. “Thanks, Molly.” She left the office, and I shook my head as I sat at my desk. I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a glass. “A for effort, Drew, but you should have known I’m always a step ahead.”

I jumped, sloshing whiskey out of the glass, when he answered me. “I hoped the missing cart would send enough of a message that I wouldn’t be forced to clean out your hidey holes.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, DREW!” I yelled, covering my pounding heart with my hand. “I’m going to staple a fucking bell to your ass!”

He smirked as he rested said ass on the corner of my desk, leaving one foot on the floor. Unfortunately, the humor didn’t reach his eyes as he took the glass from me and set it on the desk. “I’m worried about you, Layla. It’s nine o’clock in the morning, you barely ate anything for breakfast, and you’re already drinking?”

“I’m a big girl,” I replied, “I can drink if I want to.”

“Layla. You need to take care of yourself. You won’t last long if you keep going like this,” he scolded.

I smirked at him as I ran my hand up his thigh. “You want me to eat? Then why don’t you feed me, big boy.”

Drew grabbed my hand and stopped me before I reached my target. “Layla, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I purred, reaching for my prize with my other hand.

He quickly gathered that hand in his as well. “Fucking you to distraction isn’t going to fix anything, Layla. The others might be willing to participate, but I’m not. Someone has to make sure your basic needs are met.”

I glared at him and ripped my hands from his as I stood and stomped to the office door. I pushed it open, and it slammed against the wall. “ZACH!”

“YEAH?”

“Get in here, and bring that mouth!” I yelled.

“FUCK YES! COMING!” he yelled back. I heard things clattering as he scrambled away from the table.

Drew and I glared at each other the entire time it took for Zach to reach the office.

“Whoa, double team?” Zach asked as he skidded to a stop inside the office and saw Drew.

“No. Drew was just leaving. He’s decided he isn’t interested in participating in taking my mind off things,” I replied, not breaking eye contact with Drew.

“You’re missing out, bro!” Zach replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Layla,” Drew growled.

I gestured to the door, and Drew slumped his shoulders with a sigh as he trudged to it. “This isn’t helping her,” he said to Zach as he passed him. “I hope you know that.”

He paused at the door to say something, but I spoke first. “And for the record, this is a basic need I have. It might not be healthy, but it’s what I need to get through this. Hopefully, you can learn to be a little more supportive.”

Drew kissed my forehead. “I’m always in your corner, Layla. Even if that means pissing you off and not helping you self-destruct and fuck your way into the grave.” He left the office, and I closed and locked the door behind him before turning to Zach and grinning. Zach was already naked and crooked his finger at me.

“You remember the rules, right LG?” he purred.

“Fuck yes.” I jumped into his arms and pushed everything else from my mind.

I had been more in the mood for sausage for breakfast anyway.