Chapter 2

MARILYN

My heart was slamming harder than normal. I seriously knew it was because of this man

We stood in silence for what seemed like ages, our eyes locked together.

Until someone tapped me. “Hey, Mary.”

I jerked, “Oh, yes?”

“What are you doing? Won’t you undress?”

“Oh,” I mumble again and adjust my blindfold. I reached for my zipper, hands trembling not from fear. From anticipation. The dress fell, revealing my still pink areola.

I was expecting him to come at us like most men would, but no, the next thing we heard was, “Everyone, leave.

Through our blindfolds, we exchanged knowing glances. Was he insane? But he affirmed again, “Everyone, leave this room!”

“What’s wrong, sir?” I asked, trying not to let my bubbling mind affect my business, “Did we do anything wrong?”

“Nothing, just leave!” He retorted again, which I found rude. I wanted to tell him how rude he was, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

The other girls packed their clothes and left the room, and I turned to leave after them, but his voice stopped us. “Not you.”

We all turned, “What are you saying, sir?”

“The last girl. You wait,” he pointed at me, and my heart fell. Why did he ask me, of all people, to wait?

“But Sir, Our Madam says the four of us….”

“Do you have a death wish?” He yelled angrily at the second girl who talked, and immediately, he yelled, they all bolted out of the room, jealousy dripped from Jessica’s glare before leaving me with this unreasonably beautiful man.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and waited while he advanced towards me. “It’s going to be okay, Dori, he’s our mate, he won’t hurt you”

I wanted to believe what the voice in my head was saying but I didn’t believe it. Unfortunately, my body betrayed me the moment he stepped closer. This man was not only beautiful, he was magnificent. His silver hair spilled to his shoulders like molten mercury. Luminous, untouchable, and dangerously attractive. His icy blue eyes never left mine.

I gulped hard, trying to keep my head straight. This is not the first time facing psychopaths like this, but the feeling I had with this man was dangerously different. My belly was tingling with countless sensations, and my brain was swirling.

What the hell is happening to me?

He closed the distance, his warmth wrapping around me like the heat from hell. He smelt like winter storms and something darker. “You’re too close, sir”

His fingers traced my chin as if memorizing it, and the warmth of his breath sent shivers down my spine. “You’re mine,” He whispered more to himself than me, but I heard him and looked up at him sharply through my blindfold,

“You know that too?”

“Your scent,” He sniffed the air like a drug addict would sniff opium, and he seemed to be addicted to the scent before continuing, “Your scent is driving me mad. What’s your name?”

My back had touched the cold walls, and he’d already got nearer, so as the coldness of the wall hit me, the warmth in his body saved it, and I felt I was drowning in cloud 9.

He tilted my chin, “You’re the first woman to smell so addictive. Whore, What is your name?” He questioned again but my body suddenly felt awake as his hand touched me. It was as if I had been asleep all these while.

“Mary” I answered. It’s okay for customers to know our name anyway, “I’m Marilyn.”

He lifted his hand from the wall and grabbed my neck, tightening his grip around my throat, “Whore Marilyn, why is it you?”

He said it like a curse. Like he hated that fate chose me, but his body said otherwise. As much as I craved his touch, the pressure on my throat sent spikes of panic down my spine.

For the first time since I became a prostitute, I wanted a man so bad.

Every instinct at me to run. I’d learned mean only took and never gave, but his touch didn’t feel like taking. It felt like coming home… A home I never had.

“Claim me or leave me,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

His eyes darkened. He drew close, his grip tightening around my throat— not enough to harm but enough to warn, “A whore like you… Mine?”

My breath hitched. Even though he wasn’t showing it, it was crystal clear that he was disappointed that I was his mate. “P…Please” My voice trembled, not from desire, but from the sudden awareness of danger and disappointment.

His hand suddenly snapped back like he’d touched fire. I staggered, coughing.

“Urgh!” He growled to himself. He caught me again, but this time, I was brought to the bed where he laid me and bent to trace my whole body with his tongue. “Why haven’t we met earlier, Marilyn?”

I didn’t reply. No. I couldn’t say a word. I was enjoying this like damn! He sounded as if he was disappointed that I was his mate earlier, but now, he was loving it.

No man has ever made me feel like this since I became a whore. I was used to hating the touch of a man; I used to cry under my blindfold whenever their tongue touched my body, but this man is different.

“Fuck me, Lord Lucian?” I breathed through the heat, surprising myself. Like, seriously, I could say this to a man? Damn!!

“You even know my name?” He teased before pulling my panties off, revealing my clean-shaven pussy. “Oh fuck it, your pussy looks so delicious to savor.” Lord Lucian praised my pussy, and the butterflies in my belly sprouted another batch. If I ever had to pick the best I’ve ever had…. It’d be him.

“Lord Lucian, please,” I whispered, needing him more than I’d ever admit. My pussy had definitely forgotten the throbbing from the man earlier and was seriously aching for this man. He loomed over me and traced my areolas with his finger while my whole body temperature rose to 100 degrees celsius.

As he bent his head, his silver hair touched my body, and I felt so fluffy that I didn’t know when I grabbed it, ran my hands through it. How can a man have this kind of hair compared to my crimson colored own? His hot tongue found my nipples and gently, and he gently sucked on them like a baby.

“Let me hear you moan my name, Mary” He demanded as he rubbed my second nipples.

“Lord Lucian, please.”

He sank between my thighs, I lost hold of his hair, and before I could realize anything, he was sucking me down there.

He was really tasting me… like me that has been defied more times than I could count.

“No…” I pushed gently, and he lost access to my pussy. He doesn’t know how many men had been there. He doesn’t deserve something as ruined as my cunt.

He stilled, brows furrowed, “Why?”

“No…. You can do that,” I said again, slowly.

His face turned maliciously ashen, and I felt he was really angry because his bulging dick had slowly gone down. He turned back as he pulled his leather jacket on. “Why did you say that?” He asked while his back was still against me.

“I’m filthy. You deserve something pure. I’m a whore, you deserve someone clean. I’m sorry.”

He suddenly looked back with urgency in his eyes. “Who says you’re dirty?”

“Lord Lucian, please. Reject me…. Maybe I won’t feel so filthy for wanting you,” I slurped, but deep down, I wanted him to continue because I was already at my climax.

If this was what it felt like to have a mate, then I don’t wish it would stop, but I had to. Lord Lucian is too pure for all these.

“Call me Lucian,” Lord Lucian said, “It felt great to hear you call my name.”

“L… Lucian” I manage to muse and yes. It felt good.

“Come with me,” he commanded and made to exit the door. I don’t know where to, but I quickly adjusted my blindfold and put on my dress before rushing after him.

The other girls stared after us but I don’t care. Thank goddess they won’t notice my expression through the blindfold, which I could see through.

Lucian wasn’t going anywhere, but towards the Madam’s office.

As usual, Madam Diana was munching her popcorn and watching her romance movie when we entered.

When she saw me came in after Lucian, she stood up and paused her movie, “What happened? Lord Lucian, did my girl offend you?”

“Yes,” came his voice, and I turned my head at him sharply. Did he bring me here to rat me out that I stopped him from doing what he wanted with my body, like customers should have done?

“Lucian… I mean, Lord Lucian, what did I do?” I cried softly and balled my fists. Madam Diana could be scary when it comes to her customers and money. It has happened before when I refused a man because he was ugly and I didn’t like the experience.

“Yes, My Lord, What has she done?” Her voice has turned coy.

I also waited on bated breath, waiting for what he would say I do, and then he dropped the banger, “You let them touch what’s mine.” He growled, “That body, that scent… it belongs to me now. So I want to take her away.”

“What?” Madam Diana and I chorused at the same time.

“I want to take Marilyn away. Do I have your consent?” He repeated.

Madam Diana and I looked at each other, through the black shades of the blindfold, I understood her gaze as if she wanted to ask me, “What is he talking about?”

I stood frozen in place. I didn’t know how to respond to this.

If this man took me away, then my life as a whore would be really over, but who knows what kind of fate I’ll meet when I’m gone from here?

Jezebel’s parlor has been my home for five years. Madam Diana was like a mother to all of us whores even though she was strict. We all live our lives as if there’s never going to be another day.

My family abandoned me here, my friends sold me here, but he wanted to bring me out of here?

Hell no. I was done trusting people. Mates or not. I’d prayed for freedom since I came here, but the goddess was too busy to answer, now that I have forgotten what it felt like to be out of these walls, she sent me a wolf and a mate? No. Hope was more painful than the work.

Madam Diana looked away to give him a reply, but whatever she wanted to say, my tongue was quick to supersede hers as I found myself saying, “No, Lord Lucian, I won’t go with you.”

“Are you mad, Dori?” My wolf snarled. “He’s out way out!”