Cry, Or Better Yet Beg
chapter 60. I'm Not Getting It Hurt

Leyla continued thrashing in Matthias' grasp, writhing with all her might. He suddenly felt his entire body shift once more, before he was simply thrown away from her.

It was only when her back touched the familiar feeling of a soft bed that she realized where she was taking her and what she planned to do to her. He looked around in panic before rushing to get out of bed.

“T, no! Go then! NO!" Leyla shouted hysterically, the pain in her body momentarily forgotten. The white sheets that had just been painstakingly prepared this morning started to tangle due to the weight, the shock of which made the sheets tangle in no time.

"Shut up." Matthias ordered decisively, immediately catching one of Leyla's wrists flailing and pulling her still…

“Akh!”

The pain he had forgotten returned in full force, making his eyes tear up as he cried out in pain. Matthias frowned, and immediately released his grip on the woman.

As she did so, Leyla twisted her body away from her until she almost fell out of bed. Fortunately, Matthias' reflexes were quick, and managed to stop him from falling over, this time his grip was softer than just a moment ago. But her continued contact with him only made Leyla even more panicked.

"Let go! Release me!" She screamed, but Matthias held her firmly, being careful not to put too much pressure on her this time. Leyla continued to thrash around, making her take a deep breath.

“If I let you go now when you move recklessly then you will only hurt yourself further.” He tried to explain, but Leyla did not listen, constantly thrashing to escape from him.

"NO! NAY! NO!" He kept pushing her away. The more he protested, the more agitated Matthias became. He would not say it out loud, but he would admit to himself that he had wrongly vented his anger a while ago at Leyla when he scolded and gripped her harshly.

However, his anger was directed at his cousin, Riette von Lindman. And he spilled it on her out of anger. Now, however, he could only feel worry over his battered body.

Matthias knew very well that Leyla would hide from Uncle Bill the fact that she had been involved in a car accident, let alone been a victim of a car accident, so she had prepared drugs before, he had already prepared drugs before, which was kept safely in his room in the pavilion. . He brought her here, away from her home.

He had planned to bring her here from the very beginning, rolling her up with a written note that she rarely stuck to the feet of her prized bird. Matthias could not help his magical laughter as he recalled how careless he was acting, watching him drag himself to the edge of the bed.

Just as Leyla was about to get out of bed and out of the room, Matthias intercepted her and gently dropped her back onto the bed, making her gasp in surprise. He finally looked at her and began to beg…

“Duke, please don't be like this.” He begged, hurriedly moving away from her as he tried to escape once more, but Matthias quickly managed to overpower her, straddling her waist, keeping her in place. He grabbed both of his wrists gently, pinning them over his head as he held them back.

Leyla struggled weakly beneath him, writhing in vain before sobs smashed into his body as a terrifying wave of helplessness swept over him. “St-stop, please,” she begs, tears streaming down her face, “Please, I beg you, stop! Pain, it hurts so much..” whispered.

He was crippled by his fear and the Duke looming over him. The pain in her body screamed in relief, the more she tried hard as she lay on the bed.

“Duke please,” Leyla exclaims pleading, whispering underneath, “Sick once.” He sniffed, crying softly from underneath. Duke's face began to blur as fresh tears continued to flow, but he resolutely returned his gaze, as he looked at her carefully.

“Did he touch you?” Matthias asked, "Did Riette touch you?" He whispered as he looked at her slowly from her face to the bottom of her stomach.

Matthias tilted his head as his eyes met his once again, pushing him gently for him to answer honestly. Her hair swayed to the side as she did so, revealing her sharp gaze at him.

Leyla immediately shook her head in denial despite her sobs. He hated what Marquis Lindman had done to him, but increasingly hated what Matthias knew about it. He doesn't have to.

“T-no,” She started explaining, “She just teased me so badly that I became so scared that I could do nothing but get up and leave in a hurry.”

Matthias listened attentively as he stuttered in his explanation. Shaking his body as if finally subsided after a few more rounds he cried, then stopped, then cried again, until he calmed himself to exhaustion.

His cheeks were sparkling with his tears. Gently, Matthias let go of his fingers holding his arm before moving around caressing his hand, the previously lost firm grip only replaced by a caress so soft and gentle.

“Be quiet, Leyla.” He muttered softly, hooking their fingers together as Leyla stiffened from the touch of her instincts. “Lay quietly,” her reset while holding her gaze, “I promise it won't hurt, one bit.” and she bowed her head a little closer to him.

Leyla forced herself to pay attention as Matthias loomed over her, her eyes fixed on her figure lying on the bed, then to the room where they were. Only the two of them were in the pavilion, which was located deep within the forest.

In his head he had already imagined the various scenarios he could do to push him away and escape, but he knew there was no way out now. And that only made him more desperate.

"You promise?"

Leyla finally replied in a soft voice. He was acting so stupid at the moment, but he was also earnest. He had no choice but to give up now. After all, he was in his power.

He hoped that he would also give him a little mercy in his vulnerable condition.

Leyla looked at Matthias in a pleading tone as she remained unresponsive to her question. He shivered as he looked at her again. His eyes stared up and down in appreciation, moistening his lips lightly as he looked at his teary-eyed face.

Finally, Matthias nodded his promise to her, making her sigh in relief as she relaxed beneath him. He pulled away from her, his hand reached into her jacket pocket where he inserted a handkerchief that was returned carelessly in a hurry to chase after Leyla.

Leyla allowed herself to remain silent despite not being bound by the Duke's hand, paying attention to his hand, and believing in the Duke's promise of keeping it. He watched as he carried the handkerchief to his forehead, and began to slowly wipe away the sweat on his brows.

Matthias continued to rub her face gently, grabbing her chin gently to keep her eyes fixed on the man as she instinctively tried to turn her face away from him. His emerald ball was shining brightly in the dim light. He tucked a few strands of his hair behind his ears before standing up completely as he finished wiping his face clean.

Leyla watched attentively every move she made, trying to remain silent so as not to aggravate her condition. Matthias then got off the bed while rummaging through some of the items he had stored, and returned with the medicine box in his hands.

He then sat down on the edge of the bed, and placed it on the bedside table, before turning towards her calmly.

“Show me your wound.” He gently ordered, and Leyla immediately shook her head in panic, and began to retract her words from before…

“Oh, no need! I'm not even seriously injured-”

“You said it hurt.” Matthias interrupts, “Your words are: it hurts..very.” He reminded, his eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

“No, i....the.”.

Leyla stumbled in her explanation, unable to give a good reason right then and there as she carefully sat down from her position. His eyes glanced everywhere around him except his eyes.

Slightly annoyed by his stubbornness and refusal to look at him, Matthias begins to open the cuff of his blouse arm, immediately attracting his attention. He panicked and started thrashing once more as he rolled it up to his elbow.

“Then, I guess his arm isn't injured?” She commented flatly, quickly grabbing the tip of her skirt, raising it further to exceed her knees.

Shouted for her sudden action, Leyla immediately stopped her hand, “Back!” He exclaimed, “This...my back.. hurts..” He was silent honestly. Matthias stopped moving his hands as he looked at her, urging her to continue, "My back hurts a little, and my left shoulder." she reluctantly admitted it.

He pursed his lips, backing away from her to give it one more time, to determine if she was telling the truth. The tip of her finger tapped the lid of the medicine box rhythmically, making Leyla squirm in silence between them, before the knock stopped.

“Then I want to see it.” He asks, “Let go.”

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“If you don't allow me to check it out, I won't hesitate to call a doctor for you!” He hissed and stood up, taking the medicine box with him. “And not just any doctor, but Dr. Etman!” He threatened.

Leyla's breath was stifled thinking that, before shaking her head once more, begging her not to do that. He would rather drown on the banks of the Schulter River than be captured dead by Kyle's father in a dangerous position! He looked humiliating as he lay on the Duke's bed!

“Then make your choice, Leyla.” He gave him an ultimatum, “Take off your clothes and let me judge for yourself your injuries, or I'll call Dr. Etman.”

Matthias had left him alone with his thoughts, enjoying the silence of the room for some time now. Leyla's body was still in pain due to the pressure she was under as she thrashed and wriggled.

Matthias waited patiently for the final decision. He leaned against a chair nearby as he continued to set his gaze up and down on his figure.

He sighed deeply, noticing his tangled figure on his bed, his hair was messy and his eyes were swollen red. There was something sensual in the way she was basking under the dim lighting, all shrouded in doubt, fear, sprinkled with a pinch of hope and trust in him.

“Is.... Do you really promise?”

Leyla finally asked, breaking the silence. His eyes were closed as he resigned to his fate. It didn't matter if he tried to negotiate with her anyway. His promises, his promises, they are just words unless they come true.

He now realized very well that Matthias could do anything, so that he could get what he wanted in the end. Like he's done before. The situation between them has not changed. He was still bound to meet her, destined to suffer before her.

He would only make things difficult for himself if he continued to resist. He's got the answer now. He's already made his decision. But that did not stop the tears from flowing down her face as she felt completely useless before him.

Tears flowed, wetting her blouse, the more she cried while Matthias kept staring at her.

'How happy he is to see me crying again.' Leyla thought sadly, she held back her sobs, gulped her saliva as she turned away from him, giving him permission secretly to take off her own clothes.

He felt the rustling of his clothes, and the bed that was sinking. A callused hand climbed onto his shoulder, stroking his back gently to the point of the button on the back of his blouse. Slowly, he felt his blouse slowly loosen as his fingers deftly unbuttoned them one by one…

His body trembled with sobs as he lowered his head, helping to release his blouse after everything had been unbuttoned. He wanted to maintain a bit of his pride by refusing to look at Duke.

The cloth slid under his skin, revealing soft and smooth flesh beneath. It only happened for a second, but to Matthias it felt as if time was moving slowly, sensually exposing his skin bit by bit, teasing him, encouraging him to touch it. From her slender neck, to her tiny shoulders…

His eyes moved further down, following the perfect curve of his back, filled with bruised red patches. It seemed that any touch from him would make him kneel before her.

Matthias finds himself fascinated by the swelling on his back. It was strewn everywhere on his left shoulder blade, all the way to his waist. No wonder why he wailed like he was in pain.

He found himself amazed by his strength in brushing his wounds as if it was nothing as he continued cycling away from him. Although he looked a little pitiful as he did as well, escaping was like a dog with a tail between his legs.

'If I ignore it, you will hide your bruises and suffer alone.' Matthias thought, causing a feeling like anger to appear within him. Choosing to press her down, she started moving, lightly touching her bruises…

Only Leyla screamed in pain, making her flinch away from him, twisting her body as if to protect the side of her stomach even though she was naked. He hummed while thinking, wrinkles adorning his face. It would be difficult to treat him if a slight touch would cause him a great deal of pain.

“Tell me if the pain gets worse.”

Matthias muttered softly as he moved his hand, instead touching the area around the bruise as he assessed the extent of the wound. Every time he stiffened under his fingertips, or let out a gentle groan, he would calm down, and move to the next area after he relaxed once again.

Luckily Leyla was still able to move her arms and shoulders. His ribs and spine also looked fine. Overall, he is in good shape considering there was a car that hit him. The frown on his forehead disappeared as he felt relieved and immediately continued his treatment.

He took out a smoothing ointment, before wrapping his bruised shoulder with a bandage in silence. Leyla sat still, her head still lowered, as her body trembled in tension between them.

Matthias rubbed the delicate circles on the unharmed side of his body as he bandaged his bruises safely, yet gently. He was right; he was smooth to the touch, very soft under his fingers.

He wanted to touch her more. She was indeed a very weak woman; very small and very vulnerable.

“Leyla.”

Matthias whispered softly. Leyla found herself raising her head in response, a little disappointed at how quickly she did it. Near the mantle on the fireplace, hung a large mirror, with an elaborate golden frame. Inside, there is a shadow.

He met a look at her, seeing as clear as daylight, shame and despair written in his eyes.

His eyes then turned to meet with Matthias's eyes in the mirror, seeing those sky blue eyes staring back at him. A strange feeling approached her, locking her in place as she found herself unable to look away despite her terror.

'Why…?'

She wondered to herself the more she looked at him through the mirror, trying to convey the question with her eyes…

So innocent.so clearly looking at him to find an explanation for why this all happened.

'Ac …'

Matthias let out a small laugh in his mind, his eyes breaking contact to stare at his now bandaged shoulder. She felt hot, her breathing was restrained, yet too harsh as she tried to wet her dry lips.

His eyes looked back at Leyla once more, before realizing that she was the one who first moved away from him. For years of knowing Leyla, she never once backed down for Leyla.

'Fuck.'

He cursed himself for his stupidity. He felt as if he had been cursed, but only he could feel how his body was getting hotter, exhaling a gust of hot air through his mouth.

Before he could breathe again, Matthias leaned forward and gave a light kiss on Leyla's shoulder to close her eyes to the unfamiliar emotions that had arisen within her and a cryptic attempt to comfort the injured girl. He was not acting like himself, but he found that to be no problem; not even a little.

"Yes, right." Matthias gently whispered in Leyla's ear as she tried to turn her body away. His voice became hoarse, creating a strange sensation that radiated to Leyla's spine.

He hurriedly avoided his gaze once more, unable to look into the mirror anymore.

The last sight he saw flashed through his mind. His strong and imposing figure appeared behind his vulnerable form; his callous and large hands wrapped around his bare waist. He tried to subtly let go of her hand, but did not manage to do so.

Matthias continued to give a soft kiss through his shoulder, before proceeding to grab and hook their fingers.

As the pain in Leyla's body began to subside, she found that the pain was replaced with a foreign sensation that stagnated in her heart.

Leyla closed her eyes, feeling more clearly how the duke's warm breath touched her skin.

The touch of his lips, and the impression he left as he continued his gentle service to his bruises, was as gentle as a feather