She belongs to Lucifer and Lucian

Chapter 2

MARILYN

I seriously doubt it’s because of the man because I’ve seen a lot of men over the years, and it’s all the same— we f**k.

We stood in silence for what felt like ages before someone tapped my shoulder, “Hey, Mary.”

I jerked, “Oh, yes?”

“What are you doing? Won’t you undress?”

“Oh,” I mumble again and adjust my blindfold. I reached and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to reveal my plump boobs.

I was expecting him to come at us like most men would, but no, the next thing we heard was, “Everyone, leave.

Through our blindfolds, we exchanged knowing glances. Was he insane? But he affirmed again, “Everyone, leave this room!”

“What’s wrong, sir?” I ask, trying not to let my bubbling mind affect my business, “Did we do anything wrong?”

“Nothing, just leave!” He retorted again, which I find so rude. I wanted to tell him that it’s really rude to yell at us that way, but on the other hand, I really need this now, and I need to sleep.

The other girls packed their clothes and left the room, and I turned to leave after them, too, but then again, “Not you.”

We all turned, “What are you saying, sir?”

“The last girl. You wait,” he pointed at me, and my heart fell. Why did he ask me, of all people, to wait?

“But Sir, Our Madam says the four of us….”

“Do you have a death wish?” He yelled angrily at the second girl who talked, and immediately, he yelled, they all bolted out of the room, leaving me with this unreasonably beautiful man.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and waited while he advanced towards me. “It’s going to be okay, Dori, he’s our mate, he won’t hurt you”

I wanted to believe what the voice in my head was saying but I didn’t believe it. Unfortunately, my body betrayed me the moment he stepped closer. This man is not only beautiful but… no…. I don’t know how to describe him. His silver hair spilled to his shoulders like molten mercury. Luminous, untouchable, and dangerously attractive. His icy blue eyes never left mine.

I gulped hard, trying to keep my head straight. This is not the first time facing psychopaths like this, but the feeling I had with this man is different. My belly was tingling with countless sensations, and my brain was swirling.

What the hell is happening to me?

He closed the distance, his warmth wrapping around me like the heat from hell and heat flushed through me, “C.. Can you step back, please?” I muttered.

His fingers traced my chin as if memorizing it, and the warmth of his breath sent shivers down my spine. “You’re mine,” He whispered more to himself than me, but I heard him and looked up at him sharply through my blindfold, “You know that too?”

“Your scent,” He sniffed the air like a drug addict would sniff opium, and he seemed to be addicted to the scent before continuing, “Your scent is driving me mad. What’s your name?”

My back had touched the cold walls, and he’d already got nearer, so as the coldness of the wall hit me, the warmth in his body saved it, and I felt I was drowning in cloud 9.

He tilted my chin, “You’re the first woman to smell so addictive, w***e. What is your name?” He questioned again.

“Mar,y” I answered. It’s okay for customers to know our name anyway, “I’m Marilyn.”

He lifted his hand from the wall and grabbed my neck, tightening his grip around my throat, “w***e Marilyn, why is it you?”

His grip tightened, and his breath hitched. As much as I craved his touch, the pressure on my throat sent spikes of panic down my spine. Damn! I wanted him so much. For the first time since I became a prostitute, I wanted a man so bad.

“Claim me,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

His eyes darkened. He drew close, his grip tightening around my throat— not enough to harm but enough to warn, “A w***e like you… Mine?”

My breath hitched. Even though he wasn’t showing it, it was crystal clear that he was disappointed that I was his mate. “P…Please” My voice trembled, not from desire, but from the sudden awareness of danger and disappointment.

His hand suddenly snapped back like he’d touched fire. I staggered, coughing. “Urgh!” He growled to himself.

He caught me again, but this time, I was brought to the bed where he lay me and bent to trace my whole body with his tongue. “This feeling is heavenly. Why haven’t we met Earl Marilynilyn?” I heard him growl.

I didn’t reply. No. I can’t say a word. I was enjoying this like damn! He sounded as if he was disappointed that I was his mate earlier, but now, he’s loving it.

No man has ever made me feel like this since I became a w***e. I was used to hating the touch of a man; I used to cry under my blindfold whenever their tongue touched my body, but this man is different.

“f**k me p… please Lord Lucian?” I breathed through the heat, surprising myself. Like, seriously, I can say this to a man? Damn!!

“You even know my name?” He teased before pulling my panties off, revealing my clean-shaven p***y. “Oh f**k it, your p***y looks so delicious to savour.” Lord Lucian praised my p***y, and the butterflies in my belly sprouted another batch. If I ever had to pick the best I’ve ever had…. It’d be him.

“Lord Lucian, please,” I whispered, needing him more than I’d ever admit. My p***y had definitely forgotten the throbbing from the man earlier and was seriously aching for this man. He loomed over me and traced my areolas with his finger while my whole body temperature rose to 100 degrees Celsius.

As he bent his head, his silver hair touched my body, and I felt so fluffy that I didn’t know when I grabbed it, ran my hands through it. How can a man have this kind of hair compared to my crimson colored own? His hot tongue found my n*****s and gently, and he gently sucked on them like a baby.

This man is killing me, I must say.

“Let me hear you moan my name w***e” He demanded as he rubbed my second n*****s, and I found myself moaning, “Lord Lucian, please.”

He sank between my thighs, I lost hold of his hair, and before I could realize anything, he was sucking me down there.

He was really tasting me… like me that has been defied more times than I can count.

“No…” I pushed gently, and he lost access to my p***y. He stilled, brows furrowed, “Why?”

Even though I love this feeling, I can’t let him do this.

“No…. You can do that,” I confessed slowly.

His face turned maliciously ashen, and I felt he was really angry because his bulging d**k had slowly gone down. He turned back as he pulled his leather jacket on. “Why did you say that?” He asked while his back was still against me.

I feel so bad to make him angry like this, but I had to stop him. “I’m filthy. You deserve something pure. I’m a w***e, you deserve someone clean. I’m sorry.”

He suddenly looked back with urgency in his eyes. “Who says you’re dirty?”

“Lord Lucian, please. Reject me…. Maybe I won’t feel so filthy for wanting you,” I slurped, but deep down, I wanted him to continue because I’m already at my climax.

If this is what it feels like to have a mate, then I don’t wish it would stop, but I had to. Lord Lucian is too clean for all these.

“Call me Lucian,” Lord Lucian says, “It feels great to hear you call my name.”

“L… Lucian” I manage to muse and yes. It feels good.

“Come with me,” he commands and made to exit the door. I don’t know where, but I quickly adjusted my blindfold and put on my dress before rushing after him.

The other girls stare after us but I don’t care. Thank goddess they won’t notice my expression through the blindfold, which I could see through.

Lucian wasn’t going anywhere, but towards the Madam’s office.

As usual, Madam Diana was munching her popcorn and watching her romance movie when we entered.

When she saw me come in after Lucian, she stood up and paused her movie, “What happened? Lord Lucian did my girl offend you?”

“Yes,” came his voice, and I turned my head at him sharply. Did he bring me here to rat me out that I stopped him from doing what he wanted with my body, like customers should have done?

“Lucian… I mean, Lord Lucian, what did I do?” I cried softly and balled my fists. Madam Diana could be scary when it comes to her customers and money. It has happened before when I refused a man because he’s ugly and I don’t like the experience.

“Yes, My Lord, What has she done?” Her voice has turned coy.

I also waited on bated breath, waiting for what he would say I do, and then he dropped the banger, “You let them touch what’s mine.” He growled, “That body, that scent… it belongs to me now. So I want to take her away.”

“What?” Madam Diana and I chorused at the same time.

“I want to take Marilyn away. Do I have your consent?” He repeated.

Madam Diana and I looked at each other, through the black shades of the blindfold, I understood her gaze as if she wanted to ask me, “What is he talking about?”

I stood frozen in place. I don’t know how to respond to this.

If this man takes me away, then my life as a w***e is really over, but who knows what kind of fate I’ll meet when I’m gone from here?

Jezebel's parlour has been my home for five years. Madam Diana was like a mother to all of us whores even though she’s strict. We all live our lives as if there’s never going to be another day.

My family abandoned me here, my friends sold me here, but he wants to bring me out of here?

Hell no. I’m done trusting people. Mates or not.

Madam Diana looked away to give him a reply, but whatever she wanted to say, my tongue was quick to supersede hers as I found myself saying, “No, Lord Lucian, I won’t go with you.”

“Are you mad, Dori?”