Held Captive

Exposure

Laylah's POV

"What happened?" I whisper and I can tell when his last thread of control snaps by the way he stops breathing and his back turns rigid. Before I can blink my head slams against the glass, my hands pinned above my head.

"What do you want?" He seethes and my lips suddenly start to feel extremely dry as I look up at him.

"I-i want to try again." I wince as the pain shoots like a needle throughout my head.

His eyes darken and he grits his teeth, "What exactly?"

I look down and it's only then that I notice his member. It curled up to his abdomen at full mast and I suddenly started to rethink my decision to come in here. He was huge and I couldn't help but think about sex with him. I was so small compared to him that I couldn't even imagine him fitting inside me. 

 I go to say something but all too quickly he leans in and suckles on the sweet spot on my neck. I can't help the moan that slips out of me as he rolls my nipple through the sheer fabric of my lacy bra and scrapes his teeth down my throat. I tremble in fear and stay completely still as he starts to nip at my neck. "Take this off." He grits, impatiently, lifting my bra strap and letting it snap against my skin. 

My breath catches and with shaky hands I unclip my bra and let it fall between us, hoping like hell he wouldn't take me. I looked up at the beast before me and could tell by the unhinged look in his eyes that the Vixen I knew was long gone. It was at that moment that I knew I had royally screwed up. It had been a couple days and I thought I came to the conclusion that I was ready to try again. I thought that now would be perfect since he was already undressed and that he'd be gentle like last time. I guess you could say I learned the hard way that when he told me to get out I maybe, just a little bit should have listened. 

The sound of my panties ripping reverberates off the walls as i'm stripped bare in front of the one person who could break me. I can't help but flinch as he bares his teeth and reach up to put a shaky hand on his chest. 

"Vixen.." My voice is barely above a whisper as I stare up at him. He doesn't say anything but plants his hands on either side of my head and remains completely still to show me he's listening. "Please..." 

I knew I sounded pathetic and I hated myself for it but I also knew that after everything that happened to me I didn't think I could take anything else. Especially not from the one person who makes me feel safe besides Gwen. He didn't know it but deep down i'd come to need him. More than I should. I know I should run but why is every pore in my stupid body telling me to stay?

As if snapping out of the trance he was in, his face becomes stoic and he leans down, buries his face in the crook of my neck and wraps his arms around me, breathing heavily. I stay still for a moment as the shock washes over me. He'd made it very clear that he hated people touching him and here he was...hugging me. I finally wrap my arms around his abdomen and squeeze tightly, seeking the comfort. Was he becoming comfortable with me? 

I shake the thought from my brain as I bury my face into his chest, breathing him in. He smelled so clean and musky. I knew he was dangerous. Involved in something dangerous. So why did this feel so right? 

Your pathetic, falling for someone who's only sexually attracted to you.

I'm not falling for him. I can't fall for him.

He pulls back and stares down at me, an unreadable expression on his face. I fight the urge to cover myself under his scrutinizing gaze and force myself to hold eye-contact as I voice what's been nagging at me since our first kiss. 

"What are we?"

His face contorts into one of confusion and I gesture between us. He runs his eyes down my naked body, lingering on my exposed center. A shiver runs through me as he meets my gaze again, shrugging a shoulder. "We're two people who are sexually attracted to eachother."