Chapter 57
Layla’s POV
Sunlight streamed harshly through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom, burning my tired eyelids awake.
The golden light bathed the room in a warmth that felt entirely undeserved after the dark, filthy sins committed on this very mattress just hours prior.
My body ached in every conceivable place. My inner thighs were stiff, my sore core throbbed with a dull, persistent heat, and there was a dried, sticky sensation between my legs—a lingering, physical reminder of the heavy ropes of c*m Mateo had pumped deep into my womb while my mother slept down the hall.
I sat up slowly, clutching the bedsheets against my bare chest, staring at the messy, tangled pillows.
Yesterday was the absolute last time, I vowed to myself, my teeth digging so hard into my lower lip t
