Chapter 32
Layla’s POV
The house was eerily silent when I stepped out of my bedroom.
Mom was away for an overnight corporate gala, and Wyatt had gone out drinking with his friends, leaving the sprawling mansion completely empty—and completely ours.
I clutched the sleek, unbranded black box that had been delivered to me earlier on my way home from the office.
Standing in front of my vanity mirror, I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.
Restless heat pooled straight into my lower belly the moment I saw what was inside.
It was a black leather strap-and-lace lingerie set—an insanely skintight harness that cupped beneath my heavy breasts, leaving my soft, plush t**s completely bare except for two gold-chained n****e clamps.
What the hell? Is this the gift?
Matching sheer leather
