LAYLA’S POV
Colt’s grip doesn’t loosen.
“Edward will find out.” I throw it at him like a weapon because it’s the only one I have left. “And when he does, he’ll come after you.”
He grabs my chin and wrenches it up, forcing my eyes to his. “I said you’re mine and you will be mine until you die. Nobody changes that. Not you or him or anyone!”
When he releases my chin the relief lasts exactly one second before his hand travels down, making sure I feel every inch of the path down my neck, between my breasts, and then lower, and I know where it’s going and I can’t stop it and that helplessness is its own kind of horror.
He cups me there and squeezes. Bile surges up my throat.
I wrench against him with everything I have and he smiles. He actually smiles like my struggle is the best part, l
