Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Layla’s pov

My jaw pops as I glared at Neymar’s nasty smirking face. He loves getting me pissed off, I can see how much I enter tained him when I do.

“Just got back from the strip club?” He snorted, taking a step forward which caused me to take a step back involuntari

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He must’ve seen the flicker of fear in my eyes before I had time to mask it because his smirk grows and his eyes twinkled with cruelty.

| curse at myself inwardly for allowing him to see the weakness in my eyes.

His eyes fall to the paper bag I still have clutched in my hands. “What do you have here? Another set of thongs?”

| grit my teeth, sending him a disgusted glare. “It’s noth ing that should concern you.” | spat, gripping the bag tightly, and made a way to walk away. 

But mom’s words stunned me enough to stop me. “She brought croissants for dinner. Isn’t that right baby?” Mom tilts her head, looking at me innocently.

i blinked as I felt tears sting in my eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust her.

“I didn’t bring anything for anyone. Those were given to me.” Igritted out, shaking my head at her in disappointment.

Neymar looks angry at my response and approaches me. I backed away until I’m cornered.

“So are you saying that you don’t want to share with your mommy and daddy?” He taunted, his head leaning down as he grinned at me like the cat that got the milk.

“Get away from me asshole.” I hissed, tilting my head away from his face because his breath reeked of beer and weed. A nasty disgusting belly turning combination that tick led my urge to hurl.

I flinched when he reaches forward, his fingers playing with my hair. “Now that’s no way to talk to your daddy.” He said lowly and brushed some of those strands behind my ear.

catching mom looking over at us with her arms crossed

her using

arms like that would help her from

lips together, my eyes sweeping back over to Neymar. It looks like it’s

and will never be. Now step away.” || seethed, tilting my

his finger un der my chin. “And what are

over at the knives on the countertop. Neymar catches where my gaze

air supply whore?” He taunted while his fingers left my chin to trail softly around

my breath getting stuck in my throat. I stay silent, contemplating if I can actually have enough time to reach for one of those knives before

the knives again and my throat burns. I definitely wouldn’t have enough time to grab it before he grab a

this and chuckles. I grit my teeth, fuming

can react and moves away from me. “Thanks for dinner little whore.” He winks and

it back asshole.” I snapped in frustration, taking a

whips around quickly, making me stumble back a step

will you do if I don’t whore!?” He

voice cracks

switch, his emotions changed from anger to taunting. He opens

it all

full of

groan in frustration while gripping at my hair. Mom’s still standing there which

my eyes misted with incoming tears. “I don’t know who you are any more.” I breathed out in

flinched, her eyes tearing away from mine. I caught the glimpse of pain in her eyes and I wanted to

of pain. She wasn’t the one hurting right

choke me, corner me, and touch me in this way. The mom I knew would fight for me no matter what.” | sobbed,