CHAPTER 1: KINKY DEATH. LAYLA'S POV.Gulping, my heart raced as my body trembled. Once again, Carl had me pinned on the bed, his huge frame ensuring that I stayed in place as he kissed me from the neck down to my bosom. With one hand, he had undone the buttons of my pyjamas, and with the other hand, he reached into my pants, stroking his fingers around my pussy - teasing me. My body jerked as it sent tingling sensations all over. I arched my back uncomfortably, moaning softly. My body longed for more. Carl was a jerk in many aspects, and sometimes even abusive. But when it came to making love to me, he treated me like a queen. I guess he was a sucker for sex. The only time I felt like I was married was during times such as these. The sex made his ill treatment of me bearable. I could forget and pretend everything was okay between us during these moments of ecstasy. And this was no exception. "God, you're fucking beautiful," he growled softly. Then with a cheeky look, he latched
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