Chapter 7

Layla sat in the desk chair impatiently, waiting for the Lorr prince to come back.

For a moment, she'd thought he was on her side. She embraced her womanly assets, and he was falling for her almost-act. His demeanor had changed, and they were on the brim of being "friends." Then she had to go and get cocky about how he wouldn't get any evidence, and he left in a huff.

She wasn't wrong, though. She hadn't done anything they were accusing her of, but the prince was fickle, and Layla failed to play it safe. Then again, playing it safe wasn't really her style. But what was that shit recording he had shown her? Had the heiress forged a video just to close this case faster? It made no sense to frame Layla. Didn't Darina want to catch the real thief instead of wasting her time trying to pin it on her?

"Pssh." Layla exhaled loudly to herself as she thought it over. Catching the real person would be too complicated, it seemed. Darina and Prince Zyair wanted to tie a pretty little bow around this case and have it be done, even if the bow was wrapped around shit.

Layla grumbled as she slid further down in the office chair. She didn't want to pout, but it was her only option. She was stuck in an uncomfortable chair in a room where she was being interrogated, and no one believed her. And why? Because she was a human or because it was convenient?

Probably both, she thought as she huffed again in dissatisfaction.

She heard the doors open behind her. Layla lazily turned around, already knowing who it was.

She hated how attracted she was to Zyair. He was trying to lock her up for a crime she hadn't committed. Yet if things were different, she wouldn't have minded pinning him down and boning. He fit her needs to a T. Plus, when you went a while without sex, especially good sex, it was hard not to imagine those scenarios—especially with someone as hot as him, even in situations as serious as the one Layla faced.

Layla turned back around, sitting in the chair and facing the empty desk that Zyair approached.

He went back to his seat and remained silent.

"So?" she asked in a sassy tone. "Did your men get back to you about the forged video footage?"

Zyair tapped his templed fingers. "Not yet. But I did talk to the heiress. She denies it being tampered with."

Layla rolled her eyes. She sat up from her slouched position and leaned her elbows on her legs. "Of course, she did. Who would admit they messed with evidence?"

"Why would she go through the trouble of doing that?" Zyair folded his arms against his strong chest.

Layla could tell he was trying to be intimidating. Something in his eyes gave him away, though. Doubt mixed with desire. She knew he wanted her. He'd made that much clear. Was he finally starting to believe her story? If so, maybe Layla could take back control of the situation and help… loosen him up a bit. Show him there's no hurry to judge her.

She squeezed her arms together a bit, just enough to push her cleavage up to its fullest. She was grateful for wearing a low-cut blouse.

Zyair's eyes glanced down.

"That's what I want to know, too. Why would she do this? Because I know I didn't do anything. Maybe someone else planted the video." She kept a serious face, one of concern but also vulnerability. "All I know is that I didn't steal anything. I'll swear on whatever is held sacred."

Layla noticed Zyair's face shift again, and she fidgeted in her uncomfortable chair. Instead of the stony expression, his purple eyes softened. Almost as if he sympathized with her.

"There's nothing I can do at the moment," he said. "All we can do is wait and go with the evidence we have."

She pouted her lips slightly and lowered her gaze sitting on the chair, batting her eyelashes at the ground. Layla did her best to look distraught but not too pathetic, going for a sultry kind of sadness.

It worked.

Zyair got up from behind the table and walked to the front, where Layla sat. He leaned against it and planted himself right in front of her—his groin at eye-level.

She was tempted to just go for it and reach for his pants, but she wanted to wait a little longer. She wanted to make his desire build up more so that when she made her move, he couldn't resist. She glanced up and saw a very large bulge starting to protrude from his constraining pants.

Layla finally lifted her hooded eyes and gazed at his crotch, long enough for her to signal to him that yes, she was looking, and yes, she liked what she saw. Then, she moved her eyes up to his and stared deeply into his gaze.

She hadn't looked at him long enough to truly observe him. Sure, she'd use her womanly ways to make him believe her. She had no issue with that. But now a part of her wanted to use it for other more selfish reasons. She had a bet going with herself that he was going to be a great fuck.

She leaned back, letting him look over the full landscape of her body spread out before him.

"If there's evidence against you, it would be in your best interest to just come out and tell me the truth." His deep voice had taken on a softer tone.

Layla could tell her plan was working. "I would if I had anything to tell you. I really do wish I could help you." She made sure her tone came across submissive with a touch of pleading. She licked her lips and batted her Bambi eyes. "Is there anything I can do, anything at all, to help ease the tension of this unfortunate situation?"

Layla knew others would look down on her for how she was using herself as a bargaining chip. But where others saw weakness, she saw strength at taking advantage of the gift the gods gave her. It was empowering.

Zyair shifted himself a little. The violet shade of his skin seemed to deepen in his cheeks.

Layla took advantage of his hesitation and weakness. She leaned forward slowly, keeping eye contact with him while she reached for his pants.

The Lorr prince cleared his throat slightly but didn't pull away. She unfastened his trousers and dropped to her knees in front of him.

She shimmied his pants down and pulled his massive cock free. It was bigger than his pants had indicated—thick, veiny, and ready to be of use.

Layla licked the tip teasingly and Zyair sucked in a breath. She ran her tongue around the ridged hard dick all the way to the shaft. She'd never had one this big, but she wasn't one to turn down a challenge.

She grabbed his hips and pushed him deep inside of her throat. The prince moaned as she took in his full-length. She gagged as he pushed into the back of her throat, but her noises turned him on more.

She felt him harden and the muscles tighten as she sucked and pulled back and forth, letting his length go down her throat.

Every time he tensed, his size seemed to grow. Layla was having a hard time keeping him all in, but his reactions to her mouth egged her on, making her want to have him blow his massive load in her mouth.

She was determined to give him the best hummer of his life. And as far as she could tell, she was succeeding.

Zyair suddenly grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand and wound the other tightly through her hair. He pushed her mouth harder against him, quickening the pace. Layla kept sucking and running her tongue, swallowing as well so the suction would quicken his release.

"Uggghh. Awwwhhhh," Zyair moaned loudly as she felt the end nearing.

Her mouth was suddenly filled with a warm sweet flavor as he released himself completely into her mouth, still firmly closed around his pulsating cock.

Layla sucked every lost drop from his dick. She pulled away and gently licked his tip, just as she had begun, causing a full-bodied shiver from the Lorr warrior.

He pulled her hair back, forcing her head up, and looked at her.

She smiled, visibly swallowed his load, and wiped her mouth.

The satisfaction and lust in his eyes for her was radiating even more now.

She had him. And now she offered him to have her.