Chapter 51
Layla’s POV
We were completely lost in the filth of it. Driven by pure, unhinged, feral lust.
I reached up with trembling, slick fingers for the elegant shoulder straps of my emerald-green bridesmaid dress, yanking them down past my chest to expose my heavy, bare breasts completely to the cool air of the room.
I didn't care about the high-society wedding taking place downstairs.
I didn't care about my mother standing in her white lace gown in the bridal suite.
I was completely, shamelessly ignoring Wyatt’s frantic, erratic pounding on the oak door, even as he screamed at the top of his lungs from the hallway, threatening to kick the heavy door off its hinges and break inside.
Mateo’s broad hips kept hammering into mine from behind with terrifying force, pinning my fron
