Sex gods work hard: Kidnapped and married to a vampire

Standing Here and shouting will definitely not stop him Monica.

She ran to him. "Stop please!" She begged stretching out her hands to stop him. But Lucius did not stop Instead he pushed her to the side so she fell behind him. He pushed her gently. Even in rage he could not afford to hurt her.

"You should never disobey me." He roared raising his hands up. He concocted fire out from his hand and Clara gasped. She wanted to plead but her voice was lost. She closed her eyes accepting her death but it didn't come.

Monica did not know what drove her to do what she did but she saw herself hugging Lucius from behind. Her eyes where closed while her breathe totally stopped and then started with full force. Her heart was hammering her ribs. The thump thump sound of her heart beating was music to Lucius. It calmed him down. He finally dropped his hands down to the relief of Clara.

He tried to listen closer to the heartbeat of his mate who was just behind him. "Its OK." Monica said involuntarily rubbing his chest. Lucius turned around and kissed her. At first she didn't respond because she was shocked but after a few seconds she started to. Kiss him back. Her hands held his as their lips moved in sync.

Someone walked in just then and cleared his throat. It was Lawrence and he had been at a distance watching everything that had happened.

"My Lord." He said with a smile while Lucius looked at him annoyed because he interrupted his kiss. Monica's bent her head down getting shy. She felt awful to have been caught kissing her captor. But he was so good looking and his lips so soft she couldn't resist him for long. You can not blame her for kissing him. It was so hard for her to control herself considering how she felt drawn to him.

She sighed frustrated then she walked to her seat far at the end of the dining table with a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Yes Lawrence." Lucius answered. Lawrence was putting on a black robe a huge contrast to his pale skin. Monica wondered if he was a monk cause he dressed and looked like one. "Take a seat." Lucius offered trying not to be petty by making him stand.

Lawrence took a seat beside Lucius. While Monica had finally reached the far end of the dining table where she was asked to sit. She and Lucius sat opposite each other in a dining table that was so long it had over forty chairs. It took Monica more that three minutes to walk to the other end of the dining.

The room echoed as it was empty but she couldn't hear what Lawrence said to Lucius. She really wanted to but she couldn't no matter how much she tried. Soon she stopped trying deciding to focus on the delicacies before her. The people she saw could not poison her, they had better ways of ending her life. And If they were going to kill her she might as just eat to her fill first. She couldn't believe what was happening to her but the more time past the more it became obvious that she was not dreaming.


They were so far apart and Lucius wanted it that way. He didn't want to drag Monica into this kind of life yet. He didn't want her to hear what he would say to Lawrence although he also did not want to keep anything a secret from her. He wanted to tell her everything and anything. He felt that strongly about her but he just had to be patient. If it be possible he wanted to keep her away from all the harm that came with being his soulmate and as safe as possible. He didn't want her to suffer not even to loose a strand of hair as long as he was alive and king.

He was torn between the selflessness in love or the selfishness.