Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 80

Layla’s pov

His fingers around my neck got tighter until I gasped for air. My hands reach up and wrap around his wrist to pull his hand away from my neck. He was choking me. And I had no strength to push him away.

“Let go.” I wheezed, feeling the pumping of my temples as my lungs fought for air.

Neymar’s eyes are dark with rage, pinning me down with a look of hatred. Why did he hate me so much when I had done nothing to him?

“Where are you coming from this late?” He sneers, tightening his hold around my neck.

I wanted to shout for mom but I didn’t think my voice could go that high now. And I highly doubted that she would care to stick her head out. In fact, I didn’t think she was even conscious, judging by her lifestyle and what she chose to do every single day. 

“Out.” I wheezed.

His eyes narrowed and his rancid breath slapped against my nose. “Out where?” Saliva flew and landed on

my lips and nose and I could do nothing but cringe inward ly.

“Job.” I managed to wheeze out. Air was quickly being pushed out of my lungs and to bring it back in was a huge problem seeing as I was being choked.

Neymar loosens his hold, slightly so I can slowly bring : some air into my lungs.

“What kind of job?” There’s a darker gleam in his eyes. One that had me shivering as if I was cold. My bones felt stiff and my heart thudded. I didn’t like that look. In fact, I was terrified of that look.

was a good thing too, because Neymar’s other hand lifts, and his fingers brush my thighs. I stiffen even more and stopped shifting around out of

whore yourself out today?” His voice had gone low but was still so rough and extremely

| whispered and cursed myself inwardly when

raised one of his thick brows. “You are in no position to

you going to tell the cops when they get here? That your momma is a crack whore and is a danger to you? What do you think would

mom. There was no way they’d not ar rest her and have

let that happen. I had

him. Neymar releas es me and then backs away.” I don’t like whores under my

to sweat. The look he was giving

like a man needing to be

him doing what I feared but he’d get the gas he needed to go even more extreme. I didn’t want to

calm and

some fun with your mommy. There’s nothing in the fridge unless you want some beer. Like mother like daughter right?”

around to leave. When he almost disap pears into the room, he stops, turns around to

after your mess little whore.” His eyes lowered to stare at the destroyed lingerie

and my fingers lift to brush against my neck. I winced. I was

lungs still

down beside the ruined lingerie and grabbed the bag they were in. I put them inside the bag knowing I would have to throw them since they were noth ing but torn

around and walked over to the kitchen. When I threw the bag in the trash,

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