Chapter 95

✧Light and Shadow✧

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( For this chapter, Listen to the Audio File, especially the conversation part ^^)

When Matthias remained awestruck at Leyla’s sudden boldness, she proceeded to grasp him by the collar, ignoring the traces of blood on it and deftly unbuttoned his coat, and vest following afterwards.

Again, she tossed them over her shoulder, the clothes creating a dull thud behind her. She kept eye contact with him, noticing the way his breath hitched when she lightly grazed his collarbone with her fingers, as she splayed her petite hands on his chest.

Matthias watched in a mesmerized way, feeling his pants get tighter with each passing second.

Leyla dutifully proceeded to take charge, wanting nothing more than to drown herself numb of tonight’s events. She wanted to feel the hurt physically, and not just in her heart. She was practically throwing herself at him, begging for him to take charge just this once because she wanted it tonight…

She wanted his roughness.

Finally, Matthias snapped out of his daze, and pulled Leyla to him, making her sprawl on top. Leyla gasped when their bare chest made contact, Matthias’ warmth filling her up quickly, and she welcomed the growing heat pooling in her.

She surrendered complete control over to him, and Matthias was all too eager to please.

He quickly flipped them over, Leyla now lied beneath him as his hands inched down her sides, grabbing the hem of her skirt and began bunching it up to her waist, revealing her bare legs, underwear long discarded before Kyle even arrived.

She was glistening underneath, and he could feel his mouth water.

Leyla sighed out erotically as he planted soft, yet heated kisses on her inner thigh, her slender fingers grasping onto the tip of his head, lightly pulling at them, making him groan. Matthias held her lust-filled eyes, before diving into her wetness, tasting every inch of her.

Leyla’s back arched, gasping quietly in complete ecstasy, legs widening to accommodate him more. His fingers dug deeply into her thighs, her toes curling at the pleasure wracking her body until she felt herself go taut as she reached a sweet release…

Yet she needed more.

Matthias rose from between her legs, lips wet because of her, to climb over her body. She heard the telltale signs of him unbuckling his pants which soon joined the rest of their discarded clothes on the floor, legs quivering in anticipation for the main event.

He rubbed the blunt tip of his member against her entrance, and Leyla bit her lips in impatience. Matthias grinned at her.

“Let me hear you Leyla,” he enticed, flicking her sensitive nub, “I want to hear you scream because of me tonight.”

And in one swift movement, he buried himself up to the hilt deep within her, making Leyla cry out at the sudden intrusion. A hand fisted on the sheets of her bed as she pushed her chest up, lost in the sensation, while the other firmly clamped on her mouth to silence herself.

But Matthias swiftly grabbed her arm, pinning it beside her face, and began to thrust in her. She writhed against him, hips rolling in tandem with his thrusts, but eyes completely unseeing as she stared up at him…

“Kyle… Kyle…” she gasped out, tears leaking out of her, which only served as a blow to Matthias’ pride.

“I love him!”

“Kyle…”

“I love him!”

“Kyle!” she cried out, and Matthias only picked up his pace, wanting to erase him from Leyla’s mind.

“I love him!”

There was a mix of resentment, anger and shame welling up in Matthias as she kept crying out for her past fiance. Her words were insulting at best, but that horrible lie she told in the night still rang so loudly in his mind, it drowned out the other man’s name.

He dipped his head, quickly devouring her lips into his own, as he shoved his tongue down her throat. Leyla moaned against his lips, their tongues battling for dominance as the sounds of flesh sloppily slapping against each other replaced their breathy moans.

Leyla’s eyes fluttered shut, mind completely overridden by the pleasure she submitted herself into, moaning relentlessly with every ministrations, spurring Matthias to hit her deeper as she clamped down around him.

“Leyla,” he growled, when she still sighed out another man’s name, “When are you going to stop holding onto him?”

Leyla’s breath shuttered, as her eyes kept shut, but the tension in her body made him aware she was returning to her senses.

“Open your eyes and look at me Leyla.” He commanded. His fingers dug into her waist from where he gripped her steady. Leyla cried out, stubbornly squeezing her eyes shut, but he only tightened his grip more, until finally, she revealed those emerald jewels to him as she glared hatefully at him.

Seeing her finally look at him gave him a deep sense of satisfaction, hands moving away from her hips, to thumb her on the sensitive nub of hers. Leyla’s eyes widened, head thrown back at the new simulation down below.

Her legs quivered and writhed as he continued his thrusts, while simultaneously swirling his thumb on her nub.

She was his woman. She wasn’t allowed to think of anyone else. If she had time to think about anyone else while he’s inside her, then he’ll just have to give her more than she was used to.

“Fine, be like that then.” Matthias growled when Leyla resumed covering her face away from him.

Suddenly, his thrusts stopped. Leyla gave out a whine when he pulled out with a wet squelch, and felt his hands grabbing her by the waist. She had a feeling what he wanted her to do now. It was one of his favorites.

And then Leyla found herself on her stomach, her lower body knelt on the bed, her backside raised in ample position for him to enter, while he pushed her shoulders down on the bed, her forearms bracing herself to ease the discomfort.

He draped himself all over her back, lightly rutting his member between the crevice of her backside as he planted more kisses on the nape of her neck, suckling the skin there to leave a mark…

Leyla’s hands gripped on the sheets in front of her, body shuddering when he left wet, sloppy kisses on her spine.

The bed creaked, and the sounds of their coupling resumed as Matthias buried himself deeper than before in their new position.

Leyla moaned, hips thrusting back to meet him once more, her body having a mind of its own as they both chased their own pleasure.

Matthias could feel the way she was coating him with her juices. He grabbed her by the hair, lightly pulling her towards him in a way that heightened the pleasure in Leyla as he buried two fingers along inside her, rubbing her sensitive nub once more.

At that moment, thoughts of her telling she loved Kyle was gone, replaced only by her desire for her relationship with Matthias to remain strictly physical.

Suddenly, Matthias stopped and pulled out with a groan, hand gripped tight on his member, before he began pumping himself, his blunt head rubbing against Leyla’s crevice, fingers firmly buried to his knuckles as he pistoned them in and out of her.

Leyla reached her climax in no time, coming with a keen sound escaping her lips. Moments later, she felt hot spurts being sprayed all over her backside when Matthias had also reached his own release.

Matthias watched as he painted himself all over her with white, licking his lips in appreciation as her sheets got soaked by their bodily fluids. He gently grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back flush against his chest.

He licked the sweat off the side of her neck, sniffing in her scent before stopping right beside her ear.

“Hate me all you want Leyla,” he whispered in her ear, hand grasping her chin to make her look at him, “But you can’t deny that you’re still mine.” And with that, he pulled her to a kiss, getting ready for another round with his mistress…

With his Leyla.

Leyla……

My Leyla…..

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It took Claudine some time to catch up with Matthias. She’d taken her sweet time, not wanting to get too close to him in case he noticed her following.

As she expected, he led her straight towards the cabin she knew to be where Leyla lived with her uncle. She pondered moments in front of the cabin, her figure still hidden amongst the trees until she pushed forward, curiosity spurring her to move.

Still, the disappointment in her at how similar Matthias ended up being with other men who took women on the side despite their marriage couldn’t be helped. And to think she used to think so highly of him too!

She didn’t know why she was curious, but she noticed the door being left ajar, and strode in quietly in confidence, assessing the shabbiness of the cabin around them. As expected, the house was mostly dark, the lone lamp was the only source of light in the house she could see.

She waited for a few more moments, letting her eyes adjust in the darkness, when the growing sounds from one of the bedrooms caught her attention. The more she stepped closer to the sounds, the more she could make out the unmistakable sound of a woman’s soft moan, paired with the grunting of a man.

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Matthias let out a satisfied sigh, plopping right next to Leyla’s limp form on her bed as they both heaved their breaths after another satisfactory round. Silence reigned between them, with Matthias staring up at the wall in contentment, and Leyla resolutely looking at the wall beside her, trying to make herself as small as possible.

He looked over at Leyla’s sweaty back, locks of her hair plastered behind her, and casually ran his fingers up her spine. She shuddered beneath his touch, yet refused to look at him. Matthias couldn’t help but smile despondently to himself.

He’d never felt such a rush of emotions before. It confused him greatly, driving himself mad as to why it had to be Leyla, but it was. Only she could invoke such confusing emotions in him, and yet she kept pulling away from him just when he thought they made great progress in their relationship.

The light in her room basked them both in a soft orange glow, and Matthias reached out for her once more, urging her to turn back to him. He heard her sigh upon his touch, before she finally turned back to him.

He cupped her cheeks immediately, and began wiping the sweat off her face with gentle hands, seeing the way her eyes were firmly shut, her breathing hitching with every caress.

Leyla wanted to push him away from her, but she was tired of fighting tonight. Her heart was still reeling with pain in her heart, but mostly numbed by her body’s own pain from straining herself in their intercourse. She can’t even open her eyes to look at him.

She was just so exhausted.

The longer the silence between them stayed, the more relaxed Matthias felt in her room. Once he was certain she was half-asleep, he pulled her into her arms, tucking her head onto the crook of his neck, and planting soft kisses on her forehead.

Leyla faintly thanked whichever deity was watching over that there would be no more rounds tonight, for she was already spent.

Matthias kept planting kisses all over her face. On her cheeks, the tip of her nose, behind her closed eyelids, and back on her forehead. He was so drunk in endorphins, he couldn’t find it in himself to stop these soft affections he gave her.

Leyla’s brows frowned, flinching her face away every now and then, her cute button nose wrinkling when he’d smoothen it out with another kiss again.

“Stop it.” she grumbled drowsily, with her eyes still closed.

“Say it again, Leyla…” He requested once more..

“Huh?” Leyla groggily asked, burying her face into his chest, muffling her voice.

“Say that you love me again.” He reiterated, “If you say that, I swear to give you everything you want.”

Leyla laughed mirthlessly at his false words. Despite how heavy her eyes felt, she mustered up the strength to look him in the eyes.

And just like that, the pain in her body diminished, and the one in her heart blooming in an unstoppable force once more.

Leyla brought a hand up to cover her eyes, rolling off of his chest as she lay on her back beside him, and proceeded to laugh at what a mess her life had gotten to be! She kept chuckling in that sad manner, until tears began leaking out her eyes…

“Shh, don’t cry, Leyla,” Matthias cooed, softly pulling her arm away from her eyes to dab then gently with a cloth. He proceeded to plant more kisses on her eyelids, to which she finally looked him in the eye, the laughter finally dying down…

“This is so weird.” She couldn’t help but point out as she stared into his eyes. They almost looked…

‘Regretful…’ Leyla thought before shaking it away. He wasn’t one who knew the meaning of that word. For that word to even have meaning, one had to possess a warm heart, but Matthias’ heart was stone cold.

“What’s so weird?” Matthias asked softly.

“You.” She sighed out, staring up at the ceiling blankly, “You’ve gotten weird lately.”

“Why?”

“Because you keep acting like this.”

“Like how?”

“Like you’re so concerned about me.” Leyla sighed out, looking back at him, “Didn’t you say you liked seeing me cry?”

Matthias hummed, eyes still focused on her tears, but feeling no satisfaction at the sight of it. He then looked back at Leyla in the eye, propping himself up with one hand to wipe her tears away better.

“Just don’t cry Leyla,” he murmured, giving her an encouraging smile, “Smile for me instead.”

Leyla raised a brow at him.

“Do you want me to smile for you now?”

“Perhaps.”

A few beats of silence, before Leyla’s face turned blank, still crying as she met his gaze.

“Then I guess you would never see me smile again.” She softly declared, face scrunching up as she finally sobbed her heart out in front of him. Matthias watched her in shocked silence, before he laughed to himself at her stubbornness…

Strangely, his heart began to feel hollow.

Leyla cried for the innocence she lost. She cried for her freedom being taken away. She cried for being involved with such a cruel man. She cried for having to hurt the people she loved in the world.

He was like a barbed wire, wrapped around her. The longer she struggled against him, the more she was only harming herself.

She was so, so tired of it all, and couldn’t help but sink into his warmth because it was all she could have. But most of all, she was crying because the cruel man she got involved with, was the first one to give her such warmth before…

‘I’m so disgusting!’ Leyla screamed in her mind as she huddled closer to him, seeking out the comfort only he could give her, ‘How can you make me feel like this!?’ She wanted to ask him, but bit her lips to stop the question from spilling out.

“One day, I will see you cry,” Leyla told him, the crying finally coming to a stop once she calmed down, “One day, I will give you a taste of your own medicine.”

She promised him. Matthias only chuckled at her.

“I’ll look forward to it.” He whispered, before kissing her on the lips.

Matthias used to think he was the one holding all the cards in their relationship. But maybe that wasn’t always true. Maybe, the cards had always been with Leyla, she just didn’t realize it.

Soon Leyla’s vision turned dark, the dreamscapes finally claiming her from her current reality. The next time she opened her eyes, dawn was breaking out of the sky.

She thought she was going to be alone, yet to her surprise, Matthias was still beside her, sitting up on her bed, leaning against her head board, and looking down at her with a contemplative look in his eyes.

Regaining her strength from her night’s rest, she shot him a glare.

“Why are you still here?” She asked him, “Shouldn’t you leave by now?”

Matthias nodded at her, giving her no verbal answer before he just stood up, having long been dressed. He was only waiting for her to wake up.

Leyla watched him through lidded eyes, settling snuggly back into her bed. She watched as Matthias grabbed his discarded coat, putting it on, and turned back to look at her. Feeling conscious, she sat up and pulled the blanket around her, all the way up to her shoulders.

She waited for him to say something, not knowing Matthias was expecting the same from her too. The sun gently rose as they stayed in their positions, doing nothing but watch the other.

Sunlight crept into the windows, slowly revealing the vibrant colors of the world around them, signaling the both of them that it was time to say goodbye. She watched the vibrant blue in his eyes, reflecting the awakening blue skies outside.

Yet during the night, they reflected back dark pools like the night sky, echoing the deep sadness and hurt inside her.

Matthias walked towards her, dipping down to plant a kiss on her cheeks, before straightening up once more. He swiftly turned on his heels, and walked out in no particular hurry.

Leyla listened to his fading footsteps, until only silence remained with her.

Just her, and her tumultuous thoughts.

She clutched her nearby pillow to her chest, pulling it flush against her torso, before she plopped limply back onto the bed, curling into a fetal position. She burrowed into the pillow, trying to suffocate the sadness out of her to no avail, sending her off to another round of a listless sleep.

On and on it went during the rest of her morning.

Her eyes would flutter open to see morning light, before shutting back into darkness.

Open… close… open… close…open… close… open…

She awoke for the final time that morning, breathing out a resigned sigh before sitting up. She stretched her arms overhead, feeling her bones crack as she loosened up the kinks in her muscles from last night’s strenuous activity.

Sluggishly, she went to a bath, sinking into the warm water as she scrubbed away the traces he left on her body until the water remained clear. Once the water was drained, she remained in the tub, burying her face into her knees, hugging them close to her chest.

She breathed in the steam wafting all over her, wrapping her in fading warmth. Once the heat had all but disappeared, she finally moved out of her daze, intent to finally get dressed when a firm knocking echoed into her almost empty house, followed by a familiar voice, bellowing out her name.

It made Leyla freeze in place.

“Miss Lewellin!”

It was Mary, Claudine’s maid.

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