Married To The Devil'S Son 2 (SAMPLE)

Chapter 41

"I don't know if I can do this." I said looking myself in the mirror.

"Yes you can My Lady. If you don't do this then princess Klara will."

Irene had made me wear a beautiful white gown with nothing underneath.

"But isn't this too much?"

Irene smiled.

"You are not n.a.k.e.d, My Lady. You are still wearing a dress, just showing a little more than usual to make him want to see the rest." She winked.

I didn't even know if this was a good idea. He had only yesterday warned me to not seduce him, but I wasn't seducing him really. I was just going to brush my hair and put oils on my skin, just as I do every night before I go to sleep. The only difference would be that I would be doing it in front of him now, which Irene thought would make him want me.

I was doubtful but Irene was convinced. Well, she knew more about men then I did so I decided to take her advice.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." She said putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I do want him. I am just not sure if he wants me." and that made me scared of wanting him.

"He does want you and if he doesn't, then make him."

Yes, I had to make him want me otherwise Klara would.

"Is he even coming tonight?" I asked.

"Yes, he is." She said with a frown. "I'll leave you now." On her way, she blew a few more candles off and gave me a reassuring smile before closing the door behind her.

As soon as Lucian walked into the room a wonderful smell penetrated his nostrils. It smelled of roses and fresh air and... Hazel. He looked around. The room was mostly dark, the only light coming from a few lit candles and the full moon that shone outside the window.

His eyes searched the room until they found Hazel who was sitting in front of the mirror brushing her hair. She stopped for a while and looked at him.

"You came." She smiled.

That smile, that weakness of his, tugged at his heart in strange ways.

"Yes," was the only thing he managed to say and she went on brushing her hair.

She looked more beautiful than ever in the dim light and smelled of honey and coconut. He inhaled deeply, he wanted more, more of her scent, more of her. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, hold her tight, kiss every inch of that honey scented skin. His body urged him forward while his brain screamed at him to turn around and leave before he lost control.

Hazel stopped brushing her hair and looked at him questioningly.

"Lucian?" her voice so sweet, called to him, woke his deepest desires. "Will you just stand there?" She asked.

No, he wanted to turn back and leave but found himself taking a step forward. Cursing quietly he walked past her and to the bed. He began to take his armor off deciding that he would go to sleep as fast as he could.

"How was your day?" She asked using that same sweet tone.

His gaze traveled back to her. She had her leg up on the footstool and had lifted her dress up above her knee.

Swallowing Lucian quickly turned his gaze away.

"Good." was all he said. He should have asked about her day but he was fighting a battle inside his head, a battle between his body and brain. He could feel how his demon was slowly clawing his way out.