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.

and his fingers brush my thighs. I stiffen even more

you whore yourself out today?” His voice had gone low

and cursed myself inwardly when my voice comes out shaky with fear swirling

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

his head, Neymar smirked coldly. “And what are you going to tell the cops when they get here? That your momma is a crack whore and is a danger to you?

way they’d not ar rest her and have her spend years

couldn’t let that happen.

whores

began to sweat. The look he was giving me wasn’t innocent or caring.

at me like a man needing to be inside

to not tell him to look away. I feared if | did, I’d not only have him doing what I feared but he’d get the

wise to remain calm and quiet until

nothing in the fridge unless you want some beer. Like

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

mess little whore.” His eyes lowered to

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

ached and my lungs still burned. I

put them inside

kitchen. When I threw the bag in the trash, tears

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