The Mafia And His Angel by Lylah James

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 47

 

 

Alessio

 

Thrusting a second time inside Ayla, I groaned. Fuck, she was so tight. I didn’t think I could hold on much longer and I was barely inside of her for a few seconds.

She was so responsive when I ate her pussy. When she came, I thought I was going to lose it right there like a fucking horny teen.

I was about to push back inside when I noticed her eyes. They were filled with tears and I saw the change right in front of me. Her beautiful green eyes slowly went blank…numb.

And that was when I realized that she was frozen underneath me.

“Ayla?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

But she didn’t answer.

My heart stuttered almost painfully in my chest at the sight beneath me. She stared up at me like she wasn’t seeing me. Like I wasn’t even there.

Oh no, no, no, I chanted in my head, quickly pulling my cock from her wet heat.

“Ayla?” I tried again, my hands shaking as I brought it up to her face, softly caressing her cheeks.

She flinched away from me and a single tear slipped from her eye, falling down her cheeks, leaving a single wet trail. And that sight broke my heart. It exploded until my body went numb with pain and anger.

Ayla rolled on her side, bringing her knees up to her chest as she curled into herself. She sobbed quietly.

Rubbing a hand over my face, I felt something wet on my cheeks. Fuck, I sat on my ass as my tears unashamedly ran down my cheeks.

This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be true. Not to my Ayla. Not my sweet beautiful Ayla.

Notmy angel.

“Ayla,” I whispered, moving closer to her, desperately trying to bring her back to me but she whimpered in fear and pain. She made a wounded sound and curled tighter into her body. I stopped any movement, my heart splintering open at her pain.

Bringing a trembling hand up, I placed it over my mouth as I choked back my tears.

The darkness settled around us, throwing us back into the pit of pain.

Closing my eyes, I sank my head in my hands.

I didn’t want to believe it.

I didn’t want to believe that my Ayla had to go through this pain.

But as much as I hated to admit it, as much as I wished it wasn’t true…

My guess was right all along.

Ayla had been raped.