Married to the devil’s son episode 22 – 23

Married To The Devils Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 22

Beautiful women clad in silk flowed into the room and began to move in rhythm with the music. Lucian
watched as the curvy women in front of him swayed with their h¡ps sed-ctively to get the males’
attention. Rasmus who was sitting next to him seemed to enjoy the view while sipping his wine.

“I like that red-haired one. Which one catches your attention?” Rasmus asked.

Lucian’s eyes swept over the women twirling around each other wearing almost nothing. Yes, they were
beautiful, exotic, but none of them enticed him.

“hærd to decide? You can take two if you want.” Rasmus said in amusement when Lucian didn’t reply.

Maybe he should. It has been a long time since he took a woman to bed, and that might be the reason
his demon was out of control. Taking a woman might calm his demon down a bit so that he could finally
be with Hazel.

“I’ll take the blonde” Lucian finally decided. Rasmus gave him a knowing smile.

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Looking out the window, I watched as the clear blue summer sky transformed into a sea of blackness.

The sun got swallowed by the rapidly falling night and the sky got freckled by shimmering stars. It was a
beautiful sight.

“My Lady, dinner is served downstairs.”A maid informed who had just walked in. Finally, I could meet
Lucian after not having seen him for the wh0le day. As I made my way to the dining room, my heart
pounded in my chest with anticipation.

Images of our k-ss from last night replayed in my head and I had
a feeling that more would happen tonight, but to my disappointment the room was empty as I entered.

There was no sign of Lucian.

“My lady?” Looking over my shoulder, one of Lucian’s guards was standing there.

“His Highness told me to inform you he cannot join you for dinner tonight,” he said.
“Why? did something happen?” I asked, concerned. These days I always felt anxious, waiting for
something bad to happen.

“No, My Lady. He is attending a party the king threw for men only?”

“Oh..” was the only thing I managed to say. Party for men only didn’t sound good. The king of Gatrish is
known for his parties that include exotic women, s€× and liquor. And knowing that Lucian was there
made me feel uneasy.

I sat at the large table and tried to enjoy the food and not think about anything else when Astrid and
Klara str-de into the room.

“We heard that you are dining alone, so we came to accompany you, if that’s all right?.” Astrid inquired.

“Of course” I smiled.

Once they sat down the maids served them dinner as well.

“I hope you are enjoying your stay here even though a lot is going on in your kingdom,” Astrid said.

“I am, thank you.” I lied. I was hærdly enjoying myself, especially with her sister having an interest in my
husband. “I heard the king is throwing a party. What is the special occasion?” I asked, trying to get some
information.

“Nothing actually. My brother just enjoys his parties and women.”

“Yeah, if there is one thing a man can’t resist is, it’s the body of a beautiful woman,” Klara spoke for the
first time since she came here.
I had a feeling she was telling me something. It didn’t matter. Lucian wouldn’t take another woman,
would he? If he had done it before he certainly would now.

My stomach churned, and I lost my appetite.
“Thank you for keeping me company. Have a good night.” I said standing up from my seat once they
were done eating.

As I headed back to my room, my thoughts drifted back to Lucian. I was both anxious and curious to
what he was doing. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, so I decided to take a walk around the castle
when I heard giggling sounds coming from around the corner.

Looking around the corner, I found a group of maids standing on stools looking through a window. They
were so occupied that they didn’t even notice me approaching them. Curious to what made them so
engrossed, I stood on an empty stool beside them and peeked through the small window.
The first thing I noticed was the women dancing around each other in circles wearing clothes that cover
nothing but their private parts. They were swaying with their h¡ps and twisting sed-ctively with their
bodies to some music that I couldn’t hear.
“Oh… they are so beautiful.” A maid spoke while never taking her eyes off the dancing women.

My eyes traveled to the back of the room where a group of men were sitting watching the dancers. I
recognized the King, who was sitting in the middle with a glass of wine in his hand. He had a smirk on his
face and was speaking to someone sitting next to him. Lucian!
Lucian nodded and watched the dancers intently. His gaze was dark and held an emotion I couldn’t
identify. Now some men were leading a few dancers out of the room.

“Wow.. did you see the woman general Richærd chose?” A maid gasped.
“I wonder which one the King will choose,” another one said.

“And who is the handsome man sitting next to the King?”

The King stood up from his seat and led a red-haired dancer out of the room, which made a few maid’s
gasp.

“Oh… he is the prince of Decresh, it is said he is the son of the devil,” an old maid said sounding
disgusted.

“The devil must be extremely handsome then.”

Yeah, Lucian looked extremely handsome sitting there staring at the dancer. I didn’t like the way he was
looking at them. I didn’t like that he was looking at them at all, but that wasn’t the worst that could
happen, because he was now leading a blonde dancer out of the room.

Married To The Devils Son👿

Author: Jasmine Josef

Chapter 23

Lucian watched as the blonde woman undressed sed-ctively, waiting to get a reaction from him, but
when she got nothing…
“Don’t be shy. Maybe… you would like to undress me?” she said as she stalked toward him while eyeing
him up and down. “Or maybe I should undress you first” she continued as she tugged at his robe.

He grabbed her arm harshly and gave her a hærd glare. Why didn’t he like the fact that this woman was
trying to undress him when he came here willingly?
“Oh… so you want to do it with clothes on? I get it. Everyone has their own preference.” she smiled,
trying to lighten his mood.

He let go of her arm and as soon as he did she slid her arm around his neck and pulled him down,
pressing her l-ips to his. She k-ssed him hungrily, and he k-ssed her back, but he felt nothing. Why? He
pushed her body closer, trying to feel something but nothing. She didn’t taste as sweet as Hazel, didn’t
smell like her, didn’t feel like her. She didn’t make his heart beat as fast, or his body burn as hot as Hazel
did, and his demon was as silent as the dead.
He was getting frustrated. Why wasn’t his body reacting? He ripped her clothes off and pushed her
down on the bed. She gasped but seemed satisfied thinking she made him go wild when it was the
opposite. Maybe seeing her unclad would make him excited, but it didn’t. He tried to touch her and k-ss
her once more, but nothing. This wasn’t working.

He was here to feed his demon, but his demon wasn’t a bit hungry. Getting up, he grabbed the sheets
and covered her body. She stared at him, confused. Then turning around, he stalked toward the door as
it was useless to try. No one could make him feel as Hazel did.

“Where are you going?” she called behind him. Ignoring her, he opened the door and walked out.

He walked through the halls confused. What did Hazel do to him that made it impossible for him to
desire other women? He used to enjoy his women before his marriage. Now he couldn’t even go back to
his room because Hazel would be there and having her in the same room without touching her would be
difficult.

“You don’t need to follow me.”

Lincoln who had been following him silently appeared from the shadows.

“Allow me, your highness, it’s for your own safety.” He said.

Lucian didn’t like to be followed, but Lincoln had been doing that since they came here. Apparently, he
didn’t trust Rasmus, or to be correct, Lincoln trusted no one easily.

“Keep an eye on Hazel instead.” Lucian ordered.

“Her highness is under Oliver’s protection.” Of course, Lincoln always had everything in control.

Lucian continued walking through the halls with Lincoln walking right behind him. He knew Lincoln cared
for his safety too much to leave him alone. He remembered the first time he met him. He was eleven
back then and Lincoln fifteen.

While the rest of his men feared him at first, Lincoln never showed any kind of fear.
He never questioned Lucian’s abilities, and he never reacted when Lucian behaved differently.

Sometimes Lucian wondered what Lincoln really thought about him.

“Lincoln?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Do you believe me to be the devil’s son?”
“It doesn’t matter to me, Your Highness.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Lucian said, “and I want you to be honest.”

“I am not sure, but I know you are different.” No doubt. Lincoln was someone who paid attention to
minor details.

“Your Highness?” Lincoln’s voice was filled with concern. “I don’t like that we can’t have our weapons.

We can’t protect ourselves.” Lucian had the urge to laugh. Lincoln was all about safety and protection,
and he just wanted the man to relax.
“Relax Lincoln. They have no reason to harm us,” and if they did, Lucian would burn them all.

When they reached the main entrance Lucian heard the clinking sound of swords. He went out to the
cold night breeze and found Astrid and Klara fighting in the middle of the big garden.
He watched silently for a while, observing their skills. Astrid was the cautious type, she defended herself
a lot from Klaras attacks but ones she attacked she never missed.That was both her strength and
weakness.

Klara, on the other hand, was the type to attack. She swung with her sword continuously aiming at
different places. On top of that she was quick, but she wasn’t very good at protecting herself. One
needed to both attack and defend.

Astrid swung her sword at her sister so hærd it made her sister’s sword slid from her hand. Without
giving Klara a chance to recover Astrid swung her sword at her again but Klara was quick and kicked the
sword out of her sister’s hand. Now none of them had a sword. Klara tried to pick up hers fast, but Astrid
has already placed a dagger on her sister’s throat.

“I told you many times, you always need to have an extra weapon.” Astrid said. Klara removed the hair
out of her face and stared at her sister angrily.

“One more time.” She breathed.

“No, I am tired. I need some sleep.” Astrid said while putting her dagger back and picking up her sword.

Turning around, she noticed him standing there for the first time.

“Prince Lucian?” She said surprised, “what brings you here?” Klara got to her feet quickly and adjusted
her hair before looking his way.

“I was just passing by when I saw you fight.”
“I am better than my sister, right?” she said looking at her sister mockingly.

“That wasn’t my best” Klara shot her an angry glare before looking back to Lucian. “Why don’t you fight
with me?” She suggested to him.

“He is not wearing clothes suitable for a fight, sister.” Astrid said as she looked him up and down.

“All right. How about tomorrow? I will think of what to ask of you when you lose till then.” She smirked.

“Don’t bother, because I won’t.”

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