“I care about you, Layla, and I don’t give a fuck if you want to hear that or not. I will make sure you’re okay and you’ll put up with it or I’ll-” He cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. Biting down on my lip, his words catch me off guard, but not nearly as much as his voice. The raw malice in it. My sex throbs as my chest tightens. My mind waving the proverbial red flag while my body threatens to melt into him all together.
