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

by V L Peters

  The need to touch him is overwhelming, my wrists pull on their restraints. Through I need to reach him, the thrill of being tied up is a rush and adds to the pleasure I am feeling.

  He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard, the pleasure of it flashes light behind my eyes. My body shakes, shattering everything around me into splinters and fractures. It was as if the world had exploded into a million pieces, and I can't stop myself from screaming out his name in an outpouring of ecstasy. It is so strong, so hard that I gasp for air. I can feel everything and nothing at the same time, I can't explain the feeling. It's something I've never felt before, and I was scared nobody would ever compare to the feelings this man this Demon was making me feel. Fire explodes in my core, making my knees start to shake as an intense orgasm explodes inside me.

  "Been waiting what seems like fuckin forever for a taste," he growls, nipping at my clit, "It's been worth the fucking wait. You taste like dammed honey,"

  He sucked on my clit one last time, making me moan as I slowly climbed back down from my immense high. He pulls back. Swiping the cream and my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand.

  "What are you doing to me?" I whispered, hating that I was showing how much he affected me.

  "Giving you pleasure like you've never known," he whispered back into my ear.

  My head flops to one side trying to avoid his gaze, I felt slightly embarrassed I'd never done this with anyone else. I could feel sleep trying to claim me, his weight was pinning me down to the bed "I've not finished with you yet. I need to be inside you," His words sends a shudder through me.

  He stands kicking off his boots, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down and off his socks. Lying there in shock I gaze at his huge cock, from the feel of it I'd known he wasn't small in that department but seeing it there in front of my very eyes was something to behold. There was a fleeting thought of whether it would fit inside me.

  He doesn't give me time to think about it for long though, I whimper at not being able to stare at the perfect specimen standing before me. That dark hooded look is back in his eyes. His hands run up my arms as he looks deep into my eyes, the flashes of red and black come and go as he stares "M.I.N.E" I hear the growl full from his mouth as his hand fists my hair tightly in a grip that makes me gasp while my pussy tingles.

  "I'm not yours," I tell him trying to shake my head in denial.

  "You're mine. Ours" he growled as he sniffed at my hair, "you belong to US." he moved his other hand down till it reached the junction of my thighs, his fingers dancing on the edge of my folds as my legs separated as if they had a will of their own giving him entrance. His touch is steadfast, dominant, and possessive as he takes control. His fingers slide inside me, making me moan as his thumb pressed against my clit. I feel myself opening up, my walls stretching in satisfaction. My hips rock against his hand. Beads of sweat gather on my temple, he knows exactly where to push and where to press I'm so close to the edge I moan out loud when he touches his thumb on my clit bringing me right to the edge and then he stops and pulls his hand away forcing the orgasm to fade away, making me whine in protest.

  His hand moves to my thigh, bringing my leg up and around his waist. I move with him as his cock shifts in line with my pussy. I now don't even care that he only left me hanging a few seconds ago; all I care about is having him inside of me.

  "This pussy is mine," he murmurs as he thrusts inside me, making me moan and gasp out while his length stretches and pushes inside me. He stops allowing me to adjust to his size; he rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes. His eyes have turned back to black and are full of lust and are staring at me so intently I know he's trying to hold it together as he starts to move in and out of me. It feels so fucking good to feel him moving deep inside of me as his cock thrusts in and out. His fingers are digging into my thigh. Digging in so tight, I'm sure they will leave marks, but I don't care. His fingers in my hair hold so tightly that he's pulling my hair. The grip, the dominance is making this wilder than I have ever felt. His thrust isn't slow; they aren't passionate, they are fast and hard. They're deep and calculated. They are hitting the right spot as he works me to that place only, he is so good at achieving. My skin ripples and shudder's wracking through my body as my hips move in time with his. He thrusts again and hits that spot, which makes me moan in delight. The pressure is building, and I arch off the bed as the heat is intensifying inside me, making me so freaking hot as if I might explode from the pressure as he moves in and out of me his grip tight.

  He hits that spot again and flashes of light dance behind my eyes. My muscles start to clench, and fireworks blast inside my head. It's like he's alighting my soul as every part of me shudders even harder than the first time as my pussy convulses around his pulsating cock.

  Lucien groans loudly, thrusting up inside of me hard and fast. I try to hold on, but my body is spent as I ride out the last of my orgasms. I know that he's right on edge, so I tighten my pussy to ring him out. His head falls into the crook of my neck, his teeth clench onto my neck, hard, and I knew that he would leave a mark as he exploded deep inside me as he let out a deep sexual groan. He pulls out, dropping my leg as he does so; he reaches up, freeing my hands.

  I struggle as I try to catch my breath while he lays beside me. I don't know what to say to him. I knew it had been building to this, the words are lost. Do you say thanks for the best sex I've ever had? We both had been fighting this since the moment we had seen each other, fighting this mad crazy attraction. It was dangerous. I had not intended to even let him touch me again. I didn't go near anyone who had a partner. I did not want to be the other woman and had no attention of being so. I tried to block out what he had told me. How could I be his, it didn't make sense. I touched the burning sensation on my neck.

  "You bit me," I accused him, turning my head towards him, taking in the smug satisfied expression.

  He turned his head, pulling my hand gently away from my neck as he took in the red mark he had left behind, "so I did," he replied, without a look of remorse on his face. His eyes flashed red once again, "MINE,"

  "What the fuck does that even mean?" I demanded to know.

  He sighed,'' my Demon has taken a liking to you. He wants to keep you,"

  "Keep me?" what the heck is that meant to mean? I didn't like the way this conversation was heading "you can tell your Demon that I'm not some sort of pet! And what's with the biting?" I demanded pointing to the mark on my neck, pulling the sheet over my naked body "and this mine business,"

  "He sees you as his. He feels protective of you. The mark is to let everyone else know that you are not to be touched,"

  I lay there, not believing my ears; all I can hear is mine and his, repeatedly playing in my head. "No, no, NO," I say to him, shaking my head as the words penetrate my mind. "It will never work. For one thing, you hate witches. I'm surprised you've even let yourself touch me,"

  I can't believe he's just lying there staring at me with those black eyes his face once again void of any emotion, listening to me rant and rave until I run out of something to say.

  "Have you quite finished?" he demands his stare so intense I can do nothing but nod my head in agreement as I stare back at him, "I'm not going to deny it. This is something I didn't foresee or have planned. I fucking want you. Have from the moment I set eyes on you, and I have denied myself of that need for far too long, and I'm not doing that from now on." He pulls the sheet away from my body, baring my nakedness to his gaze, "and don't bother denying that you want me. I can see it every time you look at me,"

  "What just happened here isn't going to happen again," I tell him with a slice of my hand indicating our naked bodies with a shake of my head. I start to sit up, trying to move to the edge of the bed to get up. I don't get far.

  He places his hand flat between my breasts. Pushing me back onto the bed, stopping my progress with the movement. Then rolling his large body back over mine, he traps me, looking deep into my eyes as if d
aring me to object and I know that he knows that he's got me where he wants me "It's going to carry on happening, no matter how many times you deny what you're feeling,"

  I did not listen to what's coming from those beautiful lips. No matter what Scarlett is telling me, her fate has been sealed. The minute I noticed the birthmark on her inner thigh, she was mine, ours. The mark matched the one from the woman's who appeared from my bloody dreams. I'd been getting for as long as I could remember. There was no way in hell; I was letting her slip through my fingers.

  I gasp as I feel Lucien getting hard against my thigh as his hand slips between my legs and pressing his thumb against my clit. He sucks my hardened nipple into his mouth and gentle bits down, my breath hitches in delight.

  I try to fight the hunger that's clouding up my mind sending my brain to mush. I didn't want to be that other woman, to be someone's dirty secret.

  "You're not going to be,"

  I realise with a start that I had said my thoughts aloud. Our eyes meet each other's, I don't know if I should trust him. My heart says one thing my mind another. I want to believe what he's telling me, but if I give myself full-heartedly, will he break my heart? Should I take a chance? Is he using me to get closer to me, to my family?

  "What?" I whisper, did I mishear him?

  "I have no intention of you being my dirty little secret." Lucien tells me as he takes both my hands in his and places them above my head; the look on his face is hungry, and I feel instant heat between my legs, not wasting any time, and he doesn't mess with any foreplay. He pushes his hips between my thighs and then drives his cock home; there is no warning, no build-up just hard and deep. I gasp, clutching his hands as my head tips back on his penetration. His mouth nips at my neck and sucks while thrusting his hips in and out of me.

  "Oh god," I whimper, I'm so wet around him so ready.

  "Your fucking voice goes right to my dick. All I can think about is touching you. Fucking you until you screamed my name," he tells me on a thrust. "I've tried to stay away. You're fucking mine, Scarlett. This body's mine. All fuckin mine,” Thrust

  "Lucien," I breathe on a moan, as he thrusts harder into me, "Oh god,"

  He keeps pushing into me slowly, sliding his cock in and out, so painfully slow, making the pleasure I'm receiving from him exploding through my body. "Ah," I crock out as his cock glides inside me once more. I desperately look at him as he gives me a feral grin as he lets go of my hands and grabs me by my hips, he tilts them upwards towards him and drives his cock ever deeper inside of me. He knows exactly what he's doing, he knows how good it feels. He is the dammed devil in disguise. I open my mouth, oh god it feels so incredible, it feels so fucking good. Fuck I'm going to come again. I bite down hard onto his shoulder, and he hisses in pain at the force of my bite and squeezes my ass so hard I clamp down harder as my orgasm rips through my body. I feel his cock tighten inside me, he breathes coming in short and shallow, and I feel his release deep inside me.

  "I want you walking around with my smell all over you and my cum dripping out of you," Lucien tells me as he slows his thrusts and drags his cock in and out slowly milking every last drop from its length "I want everyone to know who you belong to," he says as he pulls out of me.

  "Aria isn't going to like this," I tell Lucien as he rolls off me with a kiss on my forehead. "She's dangerous ……."

  "Shhh …. Let me deal with Aria. I've marked you. My Demon's marked you," Lucien tries to reassure me "no one will try to harm you, they will answer to me if a single hair is touched on your head,"

  "If this is going to work between us, then you have to tell me what Aria is to you. Because to me, if she isn't your wife, then she is something close to that, is, or was she your partner, your mate?"

  "I've never had a wife, partner, or mate." Lucien replies, I can hear the truth in his words, "It's hard to explain what Aria is to me," he sighed, rubbing his eyelids. It’s obvious hes not use to people questioning him, and many were too afraid to do so … "we were together a long time. There was a time in my life that I lost everything I held dear. She stood by me, helped me……and yes I cared deeply for her……" his voice trailed off, it was apparent that whatever had happened still profoundly hurt him, and the memories of what had happened still affected him. He shook his head as if trying to wipe away the memories that where forethought in his mind, "I won't let anyone hurt you. My feelings for you run deep, and I can no longer deny them, and I'm not someone who lets their feelings rule their head, but with you…… I can't stop myself. I might sometimes appear cold and heartless, especially in front of others. If that happens, there is a reason for it; you'll have to trust me, and no matter what, I'll protect you with every fibre in me," he promised, running his fingers softly up and down my arm placing a kiss on my shoulder.

  I close my eyes upon feeling Lucien’s lips on my skin, I know he's not going to tell me anything else that he’s withdrawn himself, and at this moment in time, he's told me what he's willing to. Even though he was trying his hardest to convince me, I still felt uneasy. There were too many obstacles for us to overcome. Aria wasn't about to let him go so smoothly, no matter how much he tried to convince me differently, and no matter what, he’s told me I knew he had feelings for her even if he denied it.

  I just didn't know if I wanted to be known as the other woman, I wasn't that kind of person. I didn't share, to me, if you are where seeing someone, you only saw that person, you had one partner, and I wasn't one to agree to have an open relationship. Hearing that she had once meant so much to him, would he decide he'd made a mistake and put me to one side.

  Was it a chance I was willing to take should I take, and I knew that once she found out that we were together, she was going to go ballistic, and not all of his people were going to be happy upon hearing the news. Then there was my family to think about, they would freak out when they found out. If I gave in and went into a relationship with him, everything would be turned upside down. I still hadn't told him about being an Omega that would put the cat amongst the pigeons. If I don't tell him, then I know any trust that is building between us would be gone with a click of his fingers. Why was life so difficult? At some point, I am going to have to tell him.

  As if feeling the conflict that is raging inside me. Lucien's hands move up, cradling the sides of my face, kissing my cheeks to my eyes. As if trying to soothe me as if to convince me that everything was going to be alright. At the touch of his hands and the feel of that mouth, chills erupt over my entire body.

  I want his mouth on my body, I want more of that gifted tongue.

  I let him pull me into his embrace, shutting out the rest of the world around us.

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  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  SCARLETT

  I stood viewing myself in the mirror, wondering if I should change. I was feeling reckless. After Lucien had left me in my bedroom the other morning, somewhere along the line, I'd stopped thinking of it as my cell. Before he'd left, he had kissed me on the top of my head and told me that he'd be busy and so not to worry if I didn't see him. I still didn't know how I felt about any of this. No mattered what he had told me. Could I trust him? The bigger question was, should I? Was I his bit on the side? His dirty secret? I hated not knowing. No matter what he had promised me the other night, I still wasn't convinced.

  Through Alex had been keeping me updated, I still felt…. off. Alex was a sweetie. In the time we had been spending together, we had gotten close. He had told me a bit about his life. His parents were still alive and that he had three older brothers and two younger sisters. They lived with Jacobs pack. Jacob being their Alpha and the Leader to all the other's in his territory and his region. From what I could gather, Jacob was like Human royalty. I had heard of him, as we all had. I'd been right about Alex being a shifter. A wolf, in fact. He'd agreed to shift in front of me after I'd begged to see his wolf. He was beautiful. His fur was pale White in colour, I'd thought his coat would match his hair, I'd been entirely wrong. He
had been like a big puppy in wolf form. It was a sight to see. Now, he wasn't with me. Lucien had sent him out on some sort of mission, it was all hush, hush. So, I didn't know what was going on. Alex had told me he'd be back in a few days. So, at the moment, Logan, another of Lucien's men, is watching over me. He wasn't as friendly as Alex and is much older, but I don't mind. He was polite in a gruff kind of way, and after a short discussion with me, he'd told me he had my back. Which was a relief in itself? Through we never joked around like myself and Alex did, I felt that I could trust him.

  Pamela, Ava, Emma, Mia, and Abigail would be arriving tomorrow. I wondered if Lucien would greet them when they arrived. When I'd asked Logan where he was. I was told that he was busy with business and was doing all he could to find out where Megan was. I felt as if he was avoiding me, I didn't know if I felt relief in that or not. I had the feeling that as well as being my weakness, I was his as well. Neither of us was totally happy about it. The way my mind and body reacted to his throws me at every turn. Even a look could have me reeling; part of me wanted to see him and see if the feelings I had felt towards him were just a fragment of my imitation. It was so maddening I hated where my thoughts took me, the dreams where much stronger through I couldn't always make them out. Some had involved Aria, which freaks the hell out of me. They were bad enough with just myself and Lucien in them, but for Aria to appear, it was just too much. The very thought of it made me shiver in repulsion.

  I'd heard whispers that she was back and couldn't help wondering if Lucien was with her. Just the thought made me sick. When I had questioned Logan, he'd been vague on the answer. As if he thought my questions were taking him down a slippery slope. I knew something was up, and I had that gut feeling that Lucien was spending time with her. If my gut feeling turned out to be true. I knew it would rip me apart, we'd been internment, and that was a big deal to me. Yet I still hadn't told him about being Omega, part of me felt relief that I hadn't. Until I knew a hundred percent certain where I stood, I wasn't going to tell him. I just hoped that while my family was here, they didn't run into Aria. If she tried anything. The outcome wouldn't be pleasant.