Married to the devil’s son episode 20 – 21

Married To The Devils👿
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Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 20

“I don’t believe these things.” I said as I noticed Lucian dancing with Klara, and I
completely forgot what the king just told me. She blushed as she said something to
him and blinked with her long lashes sed-ctively.

The King chuckled, “you’re pretty possessive about your husband.”

I wasn’t listening to him anymore because Klara was leading Lucian somewhere
secluded outside of the hall.

“I need to speak with my husband. Will you excuse me, Your Majesty?” I said.

He gave me a knowing smile and dropped my hand. I rushed through the dancing
crowd and proceeded out of the hall. Where did she take him? Looking through the
halls, I couldn’t find him and even if I did, what would I do? Men had the privilege
of taking other women if they desired to. I hated this unfairness.

“My lady, are you lost?” said a maid who noticed that I was walking through the
halls looking for something.

Yes, I was lost; I didn’t know where to go or what to do.

“I can show you the way…” she offered, and then gestured with her hand, “the
party is that way.”

“Show me to my room instead.” I demanded.
I paced back and forth in my room restlessly as I waited for Lucian. Where was
he? What was he doing? Images of Klara and him unclad under the sheets appeared
in my head, and I quickly struggled to push these thoughts away. As I imagined all
the dirty deeds they might do with one another, my train of thoughts came to a halt
as the door to the room opened and Lucian strutted in.

“Where were you?” I blurted, unable to stop myself. He lifted an eyebrow
questioningly.

“Why?” he asked, walking sed-ctively in my direction.

“I saw you leave the party with Klara.” I said with all confidence I could muster. I
tried not to be intimidated by his closeness or by his burning gaze.

“So?” he asked, walking even closer until I could smell his spicy scent. Suddenly
the air became hot and heavy, and my mind became like a fog. I took a few steps
back to get away from his intoxicating presence. I needed to regain my ability to
think straight.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair, wife? You don’t like me being with someone
else, yet you don’t want to be with me…” He said.

Well, yes, I know I was being unfair. I should just give him what he wants and
needs.

“That’s not true.” I attempted to deny.
“Then k-ss me.”

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Lucian studied Hazel’s features as they morphed into surprise, but then
determination appeared in her chocolate brown eyes. To his disbelief, she crossed
the distance between them, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him
down, crushing his l-ips on her own. Her plump l-ips were soft and sweet as they
moved against his, but with hesitance, he noted. He could tell by her restrained
movement that she was inexperienced.
He raised his arm and grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back
slightly. Then he took charge. He k-ssed her slowly, teasingly, trying to teach her
l-ips how to move. Her l-ips quivered slightly, but then she slowly adapted to his
movement until their l-ips moved in sync.
He ran his fingers down her spine, pulling her so close until no space was left
between them and he could feel her heart hammering against his chest. Then his
fingers traveled back up her spine and entangled themselves in her hair. This time
he pulled her closer, adding more pressure to their l-ips. She mo-ned in response
and his control snapped.

He grabbed the arm of her dress, ready to tear it apart; he wanted her unclad, her
bare skin against his, her legs wrapped around his wa-ist as he lose himself in,side of
her. She was tormenting him with her l-ips and his hands began to shake in self
restraint. He didn’t want to scare her by tearing her dress like a beast, now that she
k-ssed him purely out of her own will. Lust made his vision black as his inner
demon urged to take control over his body.
Hazel pulled away from the k-ss, but he grabbed her harshly, wanting more. She
whimpered under his grasp.

“Lucian, you’re hurting me.” She complained.
He must’ve scared her again. He cursed under his breath as he tried to loosen his
grip. Slowly, he looked up to meet her gaze, expecting to see fear, but all he saw
was concern. What was she so concerned about?

“You’re trembling. Are you alright?” He noticed that he was shaking
uncontrollably as she asked.

“I… I’m just cold.” He lied, but even his voice was shaky.

“Are you sick?” she asked as she walked closer, then placed her palm on his
forehead.

“You’re burning. You have a fever!” She gasped, but wasted no time in grasping
his hand and leading him to the bed.
“Lay down.” She commanded.

When he complied “I’ll be back.” she said and left. He let out a sigh of relief.

He didn’t protest about her departure, because he wanted to be alone. He cursed
inwardly and wondered what he had done to make the gods give him such a fate.

Truly, he was cursed.

Hazel came back with a bowl of water and a cloth. She sat on the carpet next to the
bed and patted the cloths she dripped in the water on his forehead.

“I’m fine, Hazel. I don’t need this.” He protested.

“You are not fine. You’re burning like fire.” If she only knew that he wasn’t
burning because he was sick, but because he wanted her. He wanted her so badly it
hurt.

She repeated the same movement for a while, and he could feel her getting tired. “I
am fine now, come and sleep.”

“I’ll sleep after you fall asleep.” She said.
He knew she was stubborn and wouldn’t listen, so he didn’t argue with her. Instead,
he pretended to fall asleep in hopes that she would sleep as well.

After a while he could hear her breathing became steady, so he opened his eyes
and found her in deep slumber. Her head rested on the bed while she still sat on the
floor. He climbed down and gathered her in his arms before he carefully placed her
on the bed, then he watched her while she slept peacefully. Never in his life had he thought he could fall in love, but now he was slowly falling for this woman; his
stubborn and easily jealous wife.

Married To The Devils Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 21

I panicked. How could I have fallen asleep when Lucian was ill? I quickly placed my hand on Lucian
forehead who was still sleeping. No fever. What had made him so ill last night? He seemed fine just
before we k-ssed.

The k-ss.

His hand on my back, around my wa-ist, in my hair, pressing body to his, the heat, the tingling s-nsation.
I brought my hand up to my l-ips. His l-ips had been so soft yet so firm, moving against mine till I was
breathless. He tasted like spices; hot burning your tongue, yet you came back for more. More… Yes, I
wanted more.

I had been willing to give myself to him last night, but slowly his k-ss had become sloppy. His arms
trembled before his entire body shook. Fear showed in his beautiful eyes, struggle on his face and sweat
beads on his forehead. I had seen him like that once before, when we were in the woods, when our l-ips
had touched.

Something told me it had to do with the k-ss, but why? 1
Someone knocked on the door. Who could it be this early in the morning? Lucian swung his legs down
from the bed startling me and stalked to the door as if hadn’t been sleeping just now. Sometimes he was
really strange. He opened the door and then I only heard whispering sounds before he closed it.

“I need to go” he said, picking up his jacket from the bed and putting it on.

“Where?” I asked, worried.

“I will be back,” he said as he left, ignoring my question. What happened that made him so stressed?

Was it the bloodthirsty King, or did his father die? Unable to suppress my worry, I quickly got dressed
and went looking for him.

It was a lovely day. The sky crystal blue, the sun casting its golden rays on the beautiful garden.

Lucian’s men sat in the garden eating their breakfast at a large table. They seemed to have fun, chatting
and laughing loudly.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” they greeted, standing up and bowing in unison when they took notice
of me.

“Good morning.” I smiled, my eyes traveling along the table looking for Lincoln. He was not there.

“Are you looking for someone, my lady?” a guard asked.

“Where is Lucian?”

“His Highness went to meet the king,” he said. So it was the bloodthirsty king. What did he want?

“May I sit with you?” I asked. They looked at each other with shock and confusion before they started
moving around quickly, trying to org-nize a place for me to sit.

“Of course,” a guard said, pulling a chair out for me to sit on. Then, they just sat there, like disciplined
children waiting for their teacher to give them a lecture. I could see that I was making them
uncomfortable, but I needed some information that only they could give. I decided to go easy on them
first.

“Why don’t you guys tell me your names?” I suggested. I only recognized Oliver and Ky as the one that
imitated me slapping Lucian.
They glanced at each other, exchanging wide-eyed gazes before they presented themselves. The soldier
to my left side stood up and introduced himself first.

“My name is Callum Atkinson, My Lady.” He bowed before he sat down again and the rest went on
introducing themselves: Chad, Declan, Anum, Claus, Danilo and I forgot the rest because they were too
many. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t here to know their names but to know more about Lucian, to
know the truth.

“My lady, why would you want to know our names? We are nothing but your servants,” one of them
asked. I think it was Anum. Lydia and Ylva were my servants as well, but they were the only people who
truly cared about me and I about them.
“You are more than just a servant. You are a human being, a son of someone, a brother, a friend. If you
are married, a husband, and if you have children, a father. Stop saying that you are just servants
because I am only a princess.” A princess who had been locked in,side her home by her own parents,
who never treated her like their child.
They never played with her, never hugged her, never asked about her opinions or feelings. They treated
her like a doll who always had to look perfect and act perfect or ‘ladylike’ until they find someone they
could sell her to. But even then, she was not free. She would remain the doll she was without feelings
and without opinions. Her husband would do as he pleased, and she wouldn’t be able to do anything
about it.

If Lucian decided to take Klara as his wife, what would I do? What could I do? The guards stared at me,
confused by what I said.

“I mean, I am a princess now, but I might be nothing tomorrow,” I explained, even though that was not
what I meant. Still, it was the truth. Once Lucian’s father dies, we would either get killed or live to hide
forever, because the chance of Lucian becoming the next king is almost impossible. His brothers were
more powerful now because they had many allies. Lucian’s only ally was this bloodthirsty king whom I
didn’t entirely trust.

Why would he fight in a war he would most likely lose?
My thoughts went back to what Rasmus had said about Lucian last night. I didn’t want to believe him,
but a part of me was suspicious. That’s why I was sitting here with his men. I tried to find ways to ask
about Lucian without sounding suspicious, but gave up and asked them directly instead.
“Is it true that Lucian killed hundreds of men on his own during a war?”
Everyone looked up from their plate and seemed to consider what to say before opening their mouths.

“Yes. My Lady. It’s war. You either kill or get killed,”
Callum said finally. So it was true? He had participated in many wars, killed many on his own, yet he had
no scars on his body, not even a tiny one. Something about Lucian wasn’t right, and I intended to find
out what it was.

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