The Maid and The Usurper - Chapter 2
“Soaking wet and pretending to be docile.”
There wasn’t a single part of Layla’s body that Leopold was unfamiliar with. His thumb flicked over her cli**ris. Layla arched her back and bit into the pillowcase. With a lazy, predatory laugh, the man kneaded the skin that had been tormented during their earlier encounter. Layla turned her body slightly and hugged the pillow tightly. With his free hand, Leopold brushed her hair aside, baring his teeth as he scraped his fangs down her neck. Wherever his hand and lips touched flushed red, and soft moans escaped her lips.
“Ah. Count, please…”
“Do you think that pretentious gentleman will satisfy you, Layla?”
His blue eyes gleamed like those of a beast. Lowering his head, he nipped at the cli**ris he had been teasing. Layla’s back arched sharply. Gripping her thighs tightly, he continued his relentless teasing with his tongue and lips, moving to the sound of her gasping moans.
Between her panting breaths, her body writhed. Leopold buried his face deeply between her legs, maintaining the persistent foreplay. Just as Layla was about to climax, he lifted his head, licking his lips, now glistening with her juices.
“Even though that guy acts like your loyal dog, in the end, he’ll just stand back and act all gentlemanly.”
Layla’s eyelashes fluttered, her eyes red and misty, creating a visually arousing sight. He untied his pants. His already e***t member quickly sprang free from his underwear. Layla, unable to bear looking at Leopold’s aroused body, turned her head away again. With a low chuckle, Leopold ran his hand down his body and leaned forward.
“This is the thing that will fill your emptiness, Layla.”
Leopold stroked her crack with his glans before sharply flicking her cli**ris. Layla’s hips shuddered as she moaned and her juices flowed. He continued to tease her cli**ris with his glans, moving his hips, while the entrance of her body heated up in response to his teasing. Placing his hand beside her head, he leaned down with a knowing look.
“My lady is so demure and shy. I have to take care of everything.”
As his hand gripped her br**st, his s***t, which had been lingering at the entrance, thrust deeply inside. Leopold threw his head back like a roaring beast. Her body, so small it was maddening, stretched to its limits to accommodate him. Even though he wanted to restrain himself, the ecstatic sensation of her tight body shattered his self-control.
“Damn it, Layla. You’re so damn beautiful.”
His hard body pounded into her as if it wanted to break her. As her delicate arms wrapped around his neck, Leopold immediately grasped her face and locked lips with her, leaving no space between them. His arm tightened around her even more firmly.
His hips moved violently, thrusting to reach deeper inside her. Against the crushing force on her insides, Layla stretched out her arms and tightly clutched Leopold’s shoulders. His movements pushed her body up against his. Grabbing her hips, Leopold pulled her even closer to himself.
As if his sole purpose was to drive deeper, his violent movements made it hard for Layla to keep up. She subtly moved her hips. Leopold gritted his teeth. It seemed like Layla intended to burn up the little patience he had left. Fighting the urge to turn into a beast and f**k her a** without regard for her, he drew her knees up. Layla’s hips lifted, and his p**is deeply plunged in.
“Count… please… ha, ugh…”
Layla shuddered as a deeper, sensitive, unfamiliar spot was reached. Leopold buried his face in her chest, engulfing and sucking on her br**sts. Layla’s legs fluttered in the air in tune to her hips. It felt like her body was no longer her own. She couldn’t maintain her sanity amidst the surging pleasure.
Only the sounds of the wet slapping of flesh and their moans filled the room. Panting, he drove towards the peak of his desire. Just before climaxing, as was his habit, Leopold pulled Layla’s body close. Even now, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her onto his lap, embracing her so tightly it felt like he might crush her.
His c*m dripped hotly through the gaps where their bodies met. Leopold, like an animal marking its territory, gently rubbed his sweat-soaked body against Layla, planting kisses here and there. Layla collapsed into his arms, her body surrendering to the tender, warm afterglow of their lovemaking.
She was so thin and frustratingly delicate. He had to warm her up with foreplay so she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed, and then calm down her trembling form with soothing afterplay. The dizzying pleasures she provided him coupled with her beauty, which stirred his sadistic nature in equal measure, made Leopold willingly surrender to Layla like a slave, attending to her every need without fail.
Layla’s hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, gently touched Leopold’s cheek, tracing the angles of his face with delicate fingers. His blue eyes, filled with lust and desire, now settled into a deeper calm. As she gazed into his eyes, she found herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, some feelings for her still lingered in them.
Meeting Michael and deliberately wearing Marquis Kraft’s earrings in front of him was her way of provoking him. She wanted to see his reaction, imagining that his jealousy of Michael and Richard meant he still loved her.
Even though his eyes no longer held any traces of emotion for her—only remnants reduced to ashes—she clung to the decaying straw of hope whenever he showed signs of wariness towards Michael and Richard. Even if his feelings were nothing but regret and lingering attachment.
Pathetic Layla. Foolish Layla.
And yet, she couldn’t stop loving Leopold.
