Chapter 33
Layla
When the door opened quietly, and Ivan, walked in wearing an all-black suit, I had a moment of awe before the anger and hurt returned.
Grabbing a pillow, I threw it at him with a scream of frustration.
“Layla…” He started.
“Don’t you dare Layla, me,” I snarled at him.
His beautiful blue eyes widen a fraction.
“Listen…” He tried again.
“No! You listen! I have been a fool sitting here, and I realize that. I’ve let you in over and over, and you continued to stomp those large ass feet all over my heart,” I told him. At first, my tone was angry, and I was yelling, but towards the end, I was crying a little.
“I trusted you, I’ve loved you, and I’ve given you plenty of chances. Right now, Ivan, all I want is answers, and I think it’s time I let you go,” I whispered the last eight words.
“Babe, I had to walk away,” he said.
My heart squeezed as more tears filled my eyes and burned a path down my face in a continuous river. I could feel myself softening, and I hated it.
Why was I so weak where Ivan was concerned?
“I hated every fucking moment of being away from you. I joined the army to get the distance I needed, and to keep you from him,” he told me.
“From whom, Ivan?” I asked him with anger and frustration mixing together in my voice.
“Michael, fuck Layla, he was a monster,” he shouted. His voice was raw like he was being cut open and his fears were pouring out of the now gaping hole.
“Why couldn’t you tell me that? You told me everything else, but not that. You left me here heartbroken and devastated with what felt like a hundred questions and no answers,” I was weakening even as I said those words.
“I would give anything, do anything if it meant taking away that pain,” he whispered fiercely.
My hands were clenched in my lap as I twisted them together. I couldn’t look at him right now, but he sounded closer, and the thought had my eyes shooting up. I found the space he was before, and it was now empty. I turned and looked to my right and my eyes locked on his chest. He was now only three feet from me.
“You did it again at my apartment,” I whispered.
I wanted to add after everything we did, but I couldn’t get the words to form in my suddenly dry throat.
“I had to go. Kell needed me to find Texas, and believe me, sweetheart, I didn’t want to leave you,” his voice went husky at the end, and my pussy clenched as desire burned a fire through my veins.
I was with Texas, in that room, in that small dark, smelly room. I was relieved they had been looking for her.
“She was missing that long?” I asked with pain in my voice.
She had been in that room that long? For weeks?
“Yeah, sweetheart she was missing for weeks,” He told me sadly.
I watched as he slowly lifted his hand. It was as if he was going to reach for me but quickly dropped it back to his side. I wanted to lean forward and press my face against that hand.
I remembered what it felt like to have them cupping my face, the callouses rubbing gently against my skin. I wasn’t so sure I could forgive him again.
More tears spilled from my eyes as I fought a war deep inside.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Layla,” he whispered close to my ear.
Woman around the world would want to smack me for my stupidity. Pressing up onto my knees I turned and faced him.
Yes, he left me, yes, he did it more than once, but it was to protect me. Ivan saved my life.
“What about Jacob?” I asked him the one thing I didn’t want to say out loud.
My chest heaved gently as both of his hands came up and caressed my face. Cupping both my cheeks he leaned forward and pressed his lips against my forehead.
“Babe, Jacob, is gone. I fucking killed him,” he whispered against my flesh.
Relief, like I’ve never felt before, had my body sagging into him.
“It’s over?” I asked him.
“For him, it is,” he clarified.
Running my fingers up his chest, I clenched them on either side of his black button-down dress shirt. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my hands in opposite directions causing the buttons to give way and bounce across the floor.
His tan chest moved as he took deep, even breaths.
“Layla...” he started.
Hushing him with my lips, I kissed him greedily. My tongue slipping between his lips as my fingers worked to remove his pants.
I needed him with an intensity that terrified me.
“Please, Ivan. I need you,” I begged against his lips.
Ivan growled before pulling my borrowed shirt over my head. His pants followed, and soon we were both naked and breathing heavily.
Pleasure rushed through me as his finger pushed deep inside me. I moaned as he pumped it in and out, over and over.
“Oh god…” I screamed as he added another finger. Pushing it in and out, harder and faster, I grabbed onto his shoulders and bit his lip gently.
Ivan pushed me gently onto the bed, and before I could move, he was inside me in one long swift stroke. Screams of pleasure poured from me.
In and out he pounded into me over and over in long deep, hard strokes. Moans of pleasure and a hint of pain erupted from deep within.
“Oh god….” I breathed loudly.
Ivan went deeper hitting my womb over and over. The harder he went, the further up the bed we slid.
“Faster, please, I need…” I cried.
His hips slammed hard into mine. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room.
“Fuck darlin’,” Ivan, growled.
The sound of his voice had my orgasm wash over me, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“My pussy. Do. You. Understand. Me?” He demanded.
“Yes….” I screamed.
A few harder strokes and I felt him find his release. Warmth bathed my insides as he came hard.
“I love you, Layla,” Ivan, whispered against my lips.
I kissed him deeply before I replied.
I love you, too.”
The road was long and hard. It was full of pain and love. But, I finally reached my destination. I finally reached my home.