To Control The

Chapter 4 (Layla's POV)

      As we make our way up the elevator to his loft, I feel a strange charge between me and him. I shift slowly away from him, hoping he wouldn't notice. I feel his eyes on me and watch the numbers to the elevator go up, taking its merry time. "This guy just beat a man half to death, just to get my purse back." "Why am I here? I should be home at Rachel's place watching sappy romance movies, not here with him." "I mean he's hot and God I would love to see what's underneath those clothes." "AH! Snap out of it Girlie!". I shake my head and hear the dig of the elevator stop on his floor. I walk out quickly and down the hall before him.                         
        We walk towards his door and he opens the door swiftly. I walk in first and see his living room, which has a rounded couch, a huge flat screen tv, a fuzzy rug and a fireplace. Off to the side, I spot a bar and metal stools and a kitchen probably the size of Rachel's guest room. I look around amazed at the whole living area. I hear his husk of a laugh. "You like it?" I nod slowly. "I've never seen a place like this."
        I walk towards a painting he has on the wall near the window of his balcony. The painting has shades of pinks and grays. It sends chills down my spine. I feel him standing behind me as I whisper, "This looks so sad." "My mother bought it years ago and when she died, it was passed on to me."My eyes soften in sadness as I turn to look up at Damien. "I didn't know. I'm so sorry." "Don't be. It was a long time ago. Few people know about it." He shrugs it off like it means nothing and makes his way to the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?" I shake my head. "I'd rather get you cleaned up Damien." I walk towards him and grab his hands gently and see the oozing of blood from his knuckles. "Show me your bathroom" He nods and walks with me in hand to his bathroom, down the hall of his bedroom.
        I tell him to sit on the toilet as I retrieve a first aid kit from underneath his sink as usual first-aid kits would be. "Thanks mom." I think to myself. I grab a few gauzes and alcohol and kneel in front of him as I grab his hands once again as gently as ever. I drip some of the alcohol onto the gauze and look up at him, "Ready?" He nods as I press the drenched piece of gauze onto his knuckles. A hiss escaped from his lips as his eyes close in agony of his aching knuckles. "Never should've gone after him." I whisper as he opens his eyes to look down at me. "It was worth it in the end." I blush heavily at his words and finish cleaning him up.
       I feel his rough, rugged hand brush against my cheek as it still stings from the slap that the man delivered before snatching my purse. I wince as I look up at him, "I'm fine. Really, I am." "If you were fine, you wouldn't be wincing. Now sit." I frown at his smart ass remark. I sit on the toilet as he kneels before me and dabs some cooling ointment to help soothe my sensitive cheek. I look into his troubled green eyes as I say not knowing that I had said it aloud, "Your eyes are so beautiful." His laugh warms me inside and sends a fire in me that travels throughout my body. "I get that a lot from people. Now should I take you back home or would you like to stay the night?" I nod, "Sure, let me text Rachel that I'm with you and explain to her what happened, so she doesn't get worried." He nods and stands and walks out of the bathroom.
         I sigh softly as I close the bathroom door. "Get it together Layla!" "He's just a man. No need to get all nervous around him." "One sexy man, who got your purse from a mugger, who he beat half to death to get back." I shake my head and walk out of the bathroom, calling out his name. "Damien?" I look around to find him, but can't find him anywhere. I go towards the kitchen and try to grab a glass, so I can get a drink of water. As I climb onto the countertop and open the cabinet to grab the glass. I try to get down and my own footing gets caught on a towel under me.
        I gasp a quick gulp of air as I almost fall on my ass, but strong arms grab ahold of me and I open my eyes to see Damien and think to myself, "Hmm a girl can get used to this saving." I notice my hands on his bare tattooed chest. I see an hourglass covered by a rose, a skull, and a broken heart. I skim my fingertips along the tracing of it and hear a soft groan escape from his lips. I look into his eyes and see that they have darkened from it's normal emerald shade. "Damien?" He blinks slowly and sets me on the countertop softly. "Yes?"  He stands in front of me looking down at me and slowly opens my legs for him to stand closer to me. I let out a whimper in protest, but I know deep down , "I want this man". My phone vibrates in my pocket disrupting our trance. I look to see that it's Rachel and groan softly at the disturbance, but my eyes widen as I feel a slight nudge against my inner thigh. I look up at Damien as he is smirking and his eyes are glossy emerald waiting to be polished. "I should get this?" He clears his throat and says, "Yeah, you should get that. I'll be in my room, if you need me." I nod and get off of the countertop and walk around the living room as I take the call from Rachel. "You're at his place!" "No sex missy." I sigh softly as my best friend rants about the hot man that is in the next room as I begin to imagine the things he could do to me with those hands and well everything. My friend soon ends the conversation with I love you sis and to be careful. I say the same back and hang up the phone.
        I throw my phone onto the couch and make my way to his room quietly. I hear the faint groans from the bathroom and I sneak near the door of the bathroom and peek into the door and see Damien hunched over the toilet jacking off. I see in his hands that he is holding his large cock and my jaw drops. I try to look away from him, but I'm entranced by his deep dark sin. I hear his soft groans and my cheeks flush a hot red. I see his strokes go from soft to hard then slow to fast as he pumps his cock. I lick my lips in anticipation of what's to come from his pleasure. I lean on the door accidently and the door creaks open and Damien's eyes are fixed on me once he hears the door open a little. I gasp softly then clear my throat as he fumbles to close the door, get his boxers back on, and get himself together. I stand awkwardly in his room after what I just witnessed.
      A few minutes pass and Damien comes out from the bathroom and I feel the tension between us. He looks at me still wearing my dress and I blush softly. I hear him say, "Would you like to borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in?" I nod as he rumbles through his drawers and finds a  jersey. He tosses it to me and I look at it then at him. "Old Jersey?" He nods and says, "Yeah, I used to play lacrosse in high school. You can wear that to sleep." I smile softly and make my way past him to the infamous bathroom. I closed the door slightly and unzipped my dress (which unzipped in the front, Thank God!). I let my dress fall to the floor and look at his jersey and smile as I put it on. I look at myself in the mirror and look amazed at how big the shirt is on me. I ruffle my hair just to tease it a bit and open the door to see Damien sitting on the bed waiting for me. "You can lay down, I won't bite." He smirks and I smile at his sense of humor, " I see that is still intact." I think to myself as I make my way over to the bed as he pulls the covers and sheets back, so that I can underneath them. I slide into the bed and I lay on my side as he scoots next to me. I hear him whisper faintly, "Is this okay?" I feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me towards him. I shiver at the slightest touch and whisper, "Yes." I sigh as I turn around to face him. I run my fingers delicately up his chest as he runs his hands along my waist. I feel him shift even closer, closing the gap between us as he rubs his nose against mine. I close my eyes at our intimate touches and slow caresses.