Layla's POV.
Two weeks had passed since I had tried, and failed to step away.
The rules had returned with a vengeance, stricter and more possessive than before. Marcus no longer asked, he simply took. Every morning began with a naked inspection in the kitchen, followed by a deep, deliberate creampie before I left for campus. The silicone plug was back, sometimes replaced by a larger one that kept me constantly full and aware of his c*m trapped inside me. At night, he f****d me in every room of the house — the living room couch, the kitchen counter, even once bent over my Mom's vanity while I stared at my own flushed reflection.
My body had begun to change in subtle but terrifying ways. My breasts felt heavier, more sensitive. My n*****s stayed perpetually tight and ached when fabric bru
