For the Love of Layla

by Callie Moss

skin. I don’t speak. He knows why I’m here. Not speaking when someone gives you an unsatisfactory answer can have more impact than words. One of the few valuable lessons I learned from mother. The woman wielded her attention, her silence like a weapon.

“Look, I don’t know what she said to you, but you know how women like that are. Always throwing their blown-out pussies at men in power. She practically begged me to touch

her with all those little skin tight skir...

yea he’s gonna die for that

don’t give him time to answer before I grab the back of his head, slamming it into his desk so hard the sturdy mahogany colored wood groans. “She didn’t ask for shit!” Slam! “Nobody fucking touches her!” Slam! “She’s mine!” Slam! “Mine!”

He groans weakly as I release his head. A tooth popping loose and sliding across the desk on the last impact. It’s not enough, nowhere near enough.

“All this over a whore?” He gurgles, spitting blood from his mouth. Bad move. A growl forms deep in my chest as I grab the gold letter opener from his desk, “Watch your fucking mouth!” I yell, as I stab it through the back of his right hand making him scream like a dying chimp.

open them just a bit to confirm. I suck in a sharp breath as Liam bends down, his lips grazing my ear, “If you peek again, I will edge that sweet cunt of yours until you cry.” He warns, the threat sending heat to my core. I should peek. I really, really should.

It looks like a set from a movie, not something someone does in real life. Much less for someone you’ve been dating for less than a month, “Wait, you made this?”

This is husband stuff. Let you put it in my butt level sweet.

“I thought you didn’t like it.” He admits shyly, avoiding my eyes for a moment. God it’s cute.

“You’re so fucking good for me. Perfect, and you deserve the world.” He runs his thumb over my lips, making them part slightly as heat floods my core. His eyes slip to my lips, his tongue darting out to wet his. “These soft pink lips are all fucking mine, baby.”

“People wear many faces, Layla. If you leave it up to them to show you the difference between them, you’ll always be in the dark.”

Unknown: Pick up the phone. Unknown: Where do you think you’re going? Unknown: Why would you wear that?

Unknown: Answer the fucking phone! Unknown: Don’t you dare ignore me. Unknown: I’m only doing this because I care, don’t be afraid. Unknown: If he fucking touches you again, you’ll be sorry.

“I know

You belong to somebody Somebody knew But tonight You belong To me.”

“Where’s the fun in that, baby?” They answer, the slow methodical way of speaking that makes my stomach turn to glass.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here? You’d be so much safer with me.”

You should’ve listened to my warning, little star. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. This is your fault, Layla.

I slink back further into the booth, listening through the device I installed on her phone shortly after we started dating. I know, I know. It’s not right, but she’s mine. I want to keep her safe. I want what’s best for her, even if she doesn’t see it that way at first.

She hesitates. My sweet little star hesitates, and my chest fills with hope. You can save him, Layla, you can say no. Go home and this ends here.

I’d imagine severing his vocal cords have a thing or two to do with

that. I jerk the blade back again, this time plunging it deep into his throat. Squelch. Such a cute sound, just like her.

San Francisco

Unknown: You looked beautiful tonight. Sorry you had to see that. Some lessons are best learned the hard way baby.

suppose I could’ve spent more time really digging into what made her tick instead of burying my cock in her twenty-four seven, but Layla feels like an angel dripped in fucking sin. Feeling her clench and come apart on my dick was the closest I’ve ever been to heaven. She was content there too, always so willing to push herself. Test her limits, so eager to please me. Such a good girl.

It was a mistake what she did, a hiccup. Nothing more. She didn’t mean it, I know that. Still, it was everything I had not to cross the kitchen and snap her fucking neck, or fuck some goddamn sense into her.

All I’ve ever done is love you, love you better than anyone else ever could. Yet you insist on making things difficult for us.

He lunches forward, jerking a plastic bag tightly over my head as he pulls me down to the floor. Another scream, and another and another. “See what you made me do? If you’d have only listened to me, I wouldn’t have to hurt you, Layla.”

“You insisted on being a fucking brat. Now take the damn pills or I’ll carve up your pretty face so badly only I’ll be able to love it.” I swallow hard, sobbing as he shoves me away from him, bending and grabbing the bottle before removing three pills himself.

I hate that I had to use her sleeping pills against her. They always make her groggy the next day, especially three of them. Knowing her, she’ll overcompensate with caffeine then be extra anxious. I hate that she’ll have to deal with all the emotion that will follow this alone. I hate that this won’t be the last time I do this to her.

Gripping the base of my hardened length, watching the way the half-dried blood on my hands paint my cock with her essence. Her blood.

“The anticipation is killing me, Layla.” “It’s a shame you don’t mean literally.” He scoffs, “Careful what you wish for. Wherever I go, you go.”

“Trying to run from me is categorized as something stupid, little love.” His warm minty breath caresses my neck, making the hairs there stand on end,

I yelp as he suddenly grips my hair in his firm hand roughly jerking me backwards, shoving me over the couch, my side colliding painfully with the coffee table. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” He orders, his voice gravels.

“Are you going to cry, baby? Go on, it won’t change anything. We’re going to continue this little dance until you realize how badly you need

me. I will bend you until you break, Layla, until there’s nothing left of you but me.”

“Either you get on your knees and take my cock down that pretty little throat of yours or I’ll take your untrained ass.”

“If you bite me, I will kill us both before I get to decorate your face with my come. What a damn shame that would be.” He’s fucking insane and so am I.

“You look so beautiful sucking on my cock, little love. Do you like that? Gagging around me? You’re making it throb, baby. Fuck, you feel too good.”

My eyes widen slightly, a moan escaping from my mouth as he pulls out to the tip letting me catch my breath just as my head grows fuzzy.

“Rub your cunt for me.” He groans as spit dribbles out onto my chin. I want his words. His praise. Nothing else matters because in this moment I need it. I need the air he’s keeping from my lungs.

“You aren’t worried about DNA?”

“You won’t give it to them.” “Why wouldn’t I?” He leans down, his lips brushing against my cheek, “Because you are mine, Layla…and I…I have always been yours.”

Or maybe because you threatened my best friend, but okay. He’s mine… Stop it, you stupid bitch.

Unknown: A psychopath, Layla? You wound me. Layla: Will this ever end? …. Unknown: Of course it ends, how although is entirely up to you. What you did… the things you said it hurt me. Why do you do that? Hurt me?

Layla: They don’t believe me. …. Unknown: Do you believe yourself? The things that you call me? Your tormentor,

your stalker… if I’m being honest, I don’t mind what label you attach to me as long as you call me yours. I think you’ll feel better if you’re honest about how I make you feel. We’ll both feel better if you’d open your fucking eyes. You’re smart, Layla, so smart. Ignorance isn’t always bliss.

Layla: Liam? …. Unknown: Stalker, tormentor, Liam… you can call me whatever you want, little love. I’m yours as much as you are mine.

Unknown: Sorry about your house. I got angry. I’ll fix it if you want.