KING OF THE UNDERWORLD: Lucien and Scarlett (Earthbound Series Book 1)

by V L Peters

  ‘’That’s it Bella, suck my fucking dick darling, make me nice and wet,’’ I instruct her, before turning my attention back to Aria. ‘’Aria hit those soft cheeks harder, get that ass fucking nice and red. I want to see your hand printed on it.’’ I command Aria watching as she begins to spank Bella harder, causing her to squeal on every smack causing her ass to wobble with each crack. ‘’Aria hit those soft cheeks harder, get that ass fucking nice and red. I want to see your hand printed on it.’’

  I release Bella’s mouth with a pop and watched as she gasps for air, while spit and my cum slid down the sides of her face. I reach over and grab Aria by her neck and place her near Bella’s mouth. ‘’Lick her clean,’’ I order in a harsh tone watching as Aria does as I order. Licking the juices that ran down Bella’s jaw and all around her mouth. I shoved their lips together and they suck on each other’s tongues exactly how they had done on my cock.

  I grabbed onto Bella’s waist pulling them apart ‘’Come here,’’ I roughly order, placing Bella onto her hands and knees dragging Aria into the same position beside her. I got behind them and spank Bella then Aria, going back and forth between them. They both moan and shudder with every slap, as my hand hits their ass cheeks making them bounce and jiggle. I rub both of their bright red ass cheeks, loving the site of the print of my hands on their delicate flesh. They reach behind and both stroke my cock with their hands. I growl and spank both hard enough to make them fall forward, their eyes dilated.

  ‘‘Do you want to come?’’ I taunt, spanking them for good measure, loving the whimper escaping their lips. ‘’Beg me,’’ I cup each of their pussies, one in each hand and rubbing circles around their clits, ‘’and you had better mean it,’’

  ‘’Pleaseeee’’ they both beg in unison making my cock twitch. I groan in a low rumbling tone.

  I grab Aria’s hand and place it on Bella’s clit. I push two fingers into Bella’s tight wet heat, moving them at a rapid speed to make her come hard and fast. Bella’s body falls forward and she convulses around my fingers. I instruct Aria not to let up as she plays with her clit, until she is begging Aria to stop, that it was too much to take. I order Aria to smack her pussy.

  I reach down to Aria’s cunt, it’s sopping wet, and I thrust my cock into her pussy in one swift movement so hard that she screams out my name. I grab under her ass, tilting it upwards so I could slam her onto my cock, moving her up and down. I let her enjoy the sensation for a few minutes before grabbing Bella and sitting her onto Aria’s face, cowboy style.

  ‘’I want to see Bella’s come dripping down your fucking face, make her come Aria. I want to hear Bella scream as you eat out her pussy,’’ I goaded her, slapping Aria’s clit as she goes to town.

  Watching Aria eat Bella’s pussy, while I fuck her was a site to see, that had my balls throbbing and my dick aching. I reach down and manipulate Aria’s clit while still plunging my dick into her pussy. ‘’Stick out that fucking tongue. More!’’ I snarl, enjoying the site before me, they were now in the sixty-nine position and the site of them squirming and moaning at the same time, I had to admit was a turn on.

  I felt Aria start to come all over my dick, as her head falls back, I plunge into her pussy harder as she clamps down on my dick.

  I pull out and grab Bella, the sounds of her moaning filling the room, as I begun to fuck her doggie style ‘’Please…Please….Harder,’’ she begs, pushing her hips back towards mine. Aria reaches down and starts playing with my balls as I mercilessly pound into Bella. I crudely grab her hair pulling her back towards me and slamming into her at a different angle.

  ‘’Play with her clit,’’ I order Aria ‘’I want her tight little pussy to squeeze my cock as I come,’’

  ‘’Fuck…. Fuck …. Fuck…’’ Bella repeats to herself, as Aria plays with her clit in a circular motion pressing the bundle of nerves firmly as I fucked her harder thrusting in and out of her tight cunt. I felt the shudder move through her body as I slam in and out of her repeatedly. I feel her clamp around my dick as I release a loud grunt as I spread my seed deep inside her tight pussy.

  We lay there panting each of us needing air and water. Sweat dripping down our bodies. We fuck each other through the rest of the night till our bodies are spent.

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  CHAPTER SIX

  SCARLETT

  I paced back and forth. I hadn’t seen or heard from Lucien Sinclair in gods know how long, I’d lost count of the days, it seemed like forever. I felt part relief and part annoyance. After he had agreed to my terms, on finding out what had happened to Megan and our brief encounter, he’d left me alone. After being delivered by Damien and leaving me in this room I had heard the locks click. I knew then that I wasn’t leaving unless the bastard intended for me to leave.

  After that night, he hadn’t bothered to seek me out, I’d seen him from my bedroom window numerous times. I couldn’t open it; he’d somehow had had it bolted down. I knew he’d seen me standing at the window, but he hadn’t paid me any attention, it was as if I wasn’t even there.

  Part of me was thankful that he hadn’t been bothering with me, the other part, the stupid part of me, wanted him to seek me out, to touch me as he had done the other night. I scoffed to myself, how I could even think that way when he hadn’t even bothered to see if I were in the land of the living. I hated that it felt as if I could still feel as if his hands were still touching me, running them over my body. I had only ever had one other sexual encounter and that did not remotely approach what had happened between them the other night. I pushed the thought aside; those kinds of thoughts would not help me in any way shape or form. I don’t know how that night had even happened. I felt taken, owned, and used, like an old rag, but not in a bad way, which was completely and utterly mad. After I’d arrived in this room that night, I’d showered, spending longer than I had ever done, trying to scrub his touch from my body. It hadn’t worked. It was as if his imprint was still there on my skin. When I would finally face him again, I didn’t know how I’d react.

  Being cooped up in this room was driving me completely crazy. The same woman brought me food and water every day. I wasn’t allowed out, no matter how I had pleaded; my throat had become horse with the amount of pleading I had done. No one took any notice. I’d demanded to see Lucien, only to be told he was busy. ‘Busy’ my bloody ass, it was as if I wasn’t even here. I’d finally stopped with the pleading; it hadn’t gotten me anywhere. They turned a blind eye to my pleads. Some looked at me in irritation, some in resentment and displeasure. Two guards stood outside my door day and night. So, there was no way that I could just leave by walking out. I could use my powers opening a portal, but that would bring more attention to us. Attention that we didn’t want. I had even thought about climbing out of the room window, but decided that wasn’t a great idea, considering how high up I was. I didn’t want to end up bloody dead. I was still in the club, I knew that without a doubt, where though, I hadn’t figure out. I’d been taken to this room after I’d offered myself up like a sacrifice and he, like the fucker he was, had taken me up on the offer. I’d searched the room thinking that he had some sort of camera set up, but as of yet, hadn’t found a single one and there was no evidence of there being one. That didn’t mean there wasn’t one though.

  On top of being pissed off, I hated to admit it, I was frightened. How had he known that I was a witch? I still hadn’t figured that out yet. I had never classed ourselves as witches, nor the rest of our family. Also, it was as plain as the nose on my face that the concealment spell hadn’t worked on him. I was sure it must be because he was a demon and more powerful than we realised, there was no other explanation I could think of. I now had no hesitation in believing that no spell we knew of would ever work on him. I wished that we had known this little tip bit before we had decided to go ahead with our plan. We could have somehow asked for a meeting, stupid, stupid, stupid, it was known he had a disliking for human’s, witches particularly. If truth be told
, I knew he would never have agreed on it. We all had heard of his dislike of witches through the grapevine. That is why we couldn’t understand why Megan had gone into his club in the first place. Admission into the club was well known for only letting in supernatural’s. Humans weren’t normally allowed in unless they were companied with a supernatural. She should have just left after her friends had suggested that they leave, but for some godforsaken reason she hadn’t.

  I knew that my sisters would be worried sick about me. Even though they knew where I was, they’d will be pulling their hair out. There was no way that I could get any sort of message to them. I had tried to get a mental link to Pamela. It hadn’t worked, I had barely felt her. I had a funny feeling that there was something blocking my powers, something in this room, maybe in the building itself. That is the only thing I could think it could be.

  I thought back to the last time I’d seen him. Thinking of the taste of his lips, which still lingered upon my own. Those same lips sliding down my throat leaving feather like kisses in their wake and how his hard body had taken possession of my own, as if he literally owned me body and soul. I had tried my hardest to resist, but it had been in vain. He had been like an invading body, clawing into mine and taking over my desires, making me burn for his touch. Just remembering his touch, his taste, was sending shivers down my spine. My body still craved for the feel of his and I was still fighting the way my body was betraying me at this moment. If I wasn’t careful, he would become like a drug to me, one that I would end up begging for. Thank god they had been interrupted before things had gone any further. He hadn’t been pleased with the interruption, the look upon his face changed in an instant. I was glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of that anger that he had been barely holding onto, I had seen the brief flash of red that seemed to light up his eyes. Whatever had been whispered in his ear, he hadn’t been happy in hearing. He had taken one look at me before walking out with the big fucker who had interrupted them. Not a word had been said, just the click of the door had been heard in the silence sounding me. When I had gotten the courage to go over to the door, some shit huge shifter had been standing there, like some sort of guard dog. Without a word, he’d pushed me back into the room and shut the door again. I been in there another ten minutes before someone had escorted me to the room I was in now. I had asked so many times, demanding to know where he was, but nothing. It was getting tiresome. It was like a big secret. At least they had brought the clothes I’d been wearing up to me and had left another change of clothing, all in my size, which I’d been surprised about. The room was huge and done in tasteful colours. A four-poster bed sat on one side of the room, the other side held a sofa, chair and a TV were attached to one of the walls. The other door led to an en-suite, if I had been here for any other reason, I would have been quite happy to sleep here, it was like a five-star hotel. Nothing, but the best for Lucien Sinclair.

  Sitting down on the chair that was placed in front of the large window, I gazed out at the forecourt below and the heavy iron gates and wall. Sensing farther then seeing movement to the left of my gaze, I slowly turned my head around. I sat up, watching the doors swing open, the tall muscular figure of Lucien Sinclair stepped into my view. The woman who stood beside him was nearly as tall, black hair hanging down her back, hitting the top of her ass, her lips painted a deep blood red. She stood there clinging with possessive fingers. I watched, as the women kissed his cheek leaving the print of her lipstick on his cheek, then kissed his lips while running her fingertips over his chest. I couldn’t drag my eyes away watching, as one of those very hands that had only been touching me intimately a few days ago, travelling down and stroking the woman’s side before settling on her trim waist and pulling her up tight to his hard body. Their lip locked together, kissing with such heat and familiarity, that I knew that they were lovers. I didn’t like the way it affected me. The feeling that was overwhelming me. Witnessing them kiss, made me hate the way it caused my chest to tighten up. I felt betrayed, which was completely illogical. I wanted to drag my gaze away, but it was as if I was being made to watch, like an invisible hand was holding my head in a tight grip. What I was witnessing was tormenting me. I couldn’t fully understand my reaction, I knew it was partly to do with what had happened between us the other night. The rest was to do with the dreams and visions I was still getting. They had gotten more frequent since I had been held here. Through, I hadn’t seen him, somehow, I had been able to sense him, every moment of every day. I couldn’t understand why I could tell when he was pissed off, angry or filled with passion. It was as if he had some bloody pull over me, I didn’t like it and it made my skin itch. That is how, even without witnessing what was playing out in front of my eyes, and I’d known when he was being intimate with someone. It had made my skin crawl and I had no doubt in my mind the person he’d been with these last few days, was the woman with him now. The very thought of what he’d been doing with her made me want to throw up. Plus, there was something about that woman that was sending off a bad vibe. Even from this distance I could feel the darkness that was rooted inside her. My witch and omega had started going crazy the minute they had clapped eyes on her. There was something off about her. It was as if a bad omen was being sent our way. Oh, I knew as we all did that Lucien was dangerous, there was a darkness, a blackness that was deep inside him. I had felt it the minute he had touched me, but it had felt different, it didn’t feel as if it had wanted to hurt me, not in the way I knew that the black haired woman would. He didn’t try to hide it. There was something off about her, it was that bad that it felt like a premonition. I knew I would have to avoid her at all costs, or it would come to the point that I would have no choice but to defend myself and reveal my powers. It was something I didn’t want to do; it could put the whole coven in danger.

  I watched as the passionate kiss ended. Fuck, I needed to leave before I went completely out of my mind. It was plain as day that I didn’t mean a thing to him. Then again, why would I? I didn’t mean a thing to him. I was a witch after all. I couldn’t, wouldn’t wait, any longer. Either he hadn’t played his part on our bloody agreement or he had been trying to find Megan, but looking down at what was going on in front of my very own eyes, it was plain as day, he hadn’t been bothering his ass. Either way I had to find out. I wouldn’t stay locked up in this room any longer, it was getting beyond a joke. I couldn’t get a proper mental link with any of my family which was freaking me out.

  ‘Maybe sticking your head out, the window would help, plus the fresh air it would do you good,’ I heard my witch tell me, while clapping her hands in excitement, chuckling to herself.

  ‘Stupid witch. It would be crazy to do such a thing. Bringing attention to ourselves isn’t a good idea’ I could hear the omega telling her, ‘not a very wise thing at all,’ I ignored them both, shutting them out. I could not deal with their bickering.

  I had not tried to use my powers since the other evening. I couldn’t afford to reveal my true self, just being a simple witch was bad enough in Lucien Sinclair’s eyes. If he ever found out who and what we really were, then shit would really hit the fan. If anyone found out that out there, were also the last of the Omega’s, then they would have another thing to fear. The last Omegas hadn’t been seen for two hundred years. Everyone thought that they had died out. A small group had gone into hiding and that group of Omegas had been our ancestors.

  Omegas could be male or female. Full blooded Omegas had been highly sort after. The supernatural’s had been able to breed with them without any problems. Any child that was created between an omega and a supernatural had been believed to be a powerful being. There had been a legend, that one such being, would be able to control all supernatural’s, this had caused an uproar between humans and supernatural’s. Many Omegas had been murdered out of fear and hate, by the humans. The supernatural’s had wanted to cage them, believing that the Omegas they had captured could be the one who would give them the child that was mentioned in the legend.
There had been a handful of humans and supernatural’s who hadn’t agreed with what was happening and had decided to come together to help. They had fled in the night; some had been captured and killed. Many had succeeded in getting away. The witches, well they had been a different thing entirely.

  Being a witch and the last of the Omega’s would cause havoc, not only in the supernatural world, but the human world as well. Once he found out the kind of power we held, there would be no way that Lucien wouldn’t want to let me go. He’d do everything in his power to keep us here, which would include our cousins, and the others we classed as ‘family’. All our ancestors had been either been witches, Omegas or supernatural. So, we had double the power of a normal witch or omega. The first children who had been conceived from the combination of human, witch and sometimes a supernatural, hadn’t been able to control their powers. Those times hadn’t been pretty. A lot of mistakes had been made. As each generation had passed, it had gotten easier to control their new powers. These powers from both parents when combined could turn a child into a force so powerful they could destroy a city without lifting even lifting a finger.

  The mere thought of anyone, let alone Lucien Sinclair, learning what we were, terrified me. The thought of what could happen made me sick to my stomach. Once I found out what happened to Megan, I was out of here, even if I had to use my powers to-do so. I was finished with being messed around either he had found something out or he hadn’t, either way it was time I found that out. I couldn’t waste time. The witch in me was getting restless, the omega not far behind.