Undressed by the King Book 2

Nicollete

With our mouths still locked, Lucein lifted me up and pressed me against the wall.

My legs instantly curled around him, trying my best to keep my weight just above his waist. I wasn’t afraid of falling onto the floor. Lucein was strong.

With just one arm around my torso, he secured me in place. I moaned when his lips parted from mine, seeking to attack my already hypersensitive neck.

I flung my head back, fluttered my eyes, and grabbed fistfuls of his short hair.

God, how I wanted to do the same with his long hair, but for the meantime, I’ll make do with what’s in front of me.

His tongue swirled wildly on my skin, sucking and nipping, most likely refreshing the hickey he had given me the previous night.

I was lucky enough Mr. Andretti hadn’t seen it earlier, and knew I wouldn’t be tying my hair up for quite some time.

My mouth opened, hauling in air as Lucein’s lips trailed kisses down my chest.

His hot breath was like a burning coal caressing the slope of my neck, and like a frail matchstick, he set me on fire. My head couldn’t conjure any sane words anymore.

There was just a need that represented it all, and that was the need to feel him inside me. Hard and fast. Deep and tight. Really tight.

It hadn’t been my intention, but the outfit I’d chosen for the day provided an easy access for him; a tube top sundress, partnered with a yellow blazer that was long gone during our heated kissing.

His head dove down to capture my aching nipples.

First, his attention was on the left, assaulting it with his wet, hot tongue. His free hand cupped the other, kneading it, massaging it before rolling the aroused tip with his fingers.

I writhed with the sexual tension slowly building inside me. He was such a pro, so skilled with making a woman feel desirable, so into his game.

Then, he shifted his focus onto my other taut peak, doing the same and more.

With my center already pressed against his, I felt the thickness of his length and I tell you, he didn’t disappoint. It was hard as stone, stiff as a metal pole, and alive—so, so alive—and ready to impale me.

I had no hesitation when I slowly undulated my hips against him. He groaned; his chest vibrating in protest.

He quickly pulled out from my breast and stared at me with hunger; both of his hands grabbing my waist to stop my grinding.

“Impatient now, are we?”

“Lucein, I’m gonna fall!” I exclaimed, worry printed all over my face. I quickly held onto him, my arms tightly clinging around his neck.

He shook his head and chuckled sexily. “No, you won’t. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” I bit my lip in response. “Now, keep still, desime, or I’ll jet out my semen on both of our clothes.”

“That would be a waste.”

He grabbed a mass of my locks, tilted my head and ran his tongue up my neck. I gasped. God, his foreplay was so delicious.

“I can’t…I can’t promise,” I told him in a breathy voice. My hardened nubs ached again for his mouth. They were missing the attention.

So, feeling bold, I pressed myself against the smooth expanse of his chest. It felt lovely. Just lovely.

“Fuck, Nicollete, you are killing me,” he growled.

“No, you are killing me,” I gritted my teeth. The head of his cock kept on hitting my clit. It was doing some foreplay all on its own. It was giving my core some serious new-found sensations.

“Shit, Lucein, it’s unbearable. Your cock pressing against me is unbearable…”

“Then let’s relieve you, shall we?” he suggested, eyeing me like a predator.

I couldn’t say a coherent word because he placed me down, lifted one leg up, hooked it over his broad shoulder, parted my soaked underwear, and bombarded my wetness with his mouth.

“Ahhh…” Leaning forward, I closed my eyes shut to focus on the feeling of the divine fireworks. My hands found the sexy mess of his hair, and I messed it up even more by raking and pulling it.

He probably felt some pain in his scalp but he seemed not to care. His hands grabbed my buttocks, squeezing them like he’d squeezed my breasts, and then he pressed me more into his face.

His teeth grazed my swelling bell. I whimpered and peeled my eyelids open in response. He was so dedicated to pleasuring me.

Ecstasy shot through my belly. But as if that wasn’t enough, he lifted my other leg and arranged it to look like I was sitting on him; his handsome face in front of a buffet.

I couldn’t believe how I was positioned like a wanton woman in just a split of a second, but I didn’t actually care. Lucein’s mouth was that glorious.

“Spread your legs wider, Nicollete. Don’t worry about falling. You have my wings to support you.”

Huh? What did he just say? “Wings? Lucein, did you just say wings?” I asked through a breathless voice, but spread my legs wider, just as he’d ordered.

“Hmm, yes, that’s it, desime,” he stated with delight.

We made eye contact; his orbs glowing with raw desire, and mine in submission. Then, he devoured my pussy again.

“Lucein, ahhh!” I screamed when his tongue slid inside my core. He pulled it out and then slid it back in, the rhythm felt like a mortar and pestle pounding a marshmallow.

Again and again, he did it. I couldn’t decide whether to moan or scream his name. When he licked his way up to my swollen clit and sucked on it hard, that’s when I came.

A multitude of sensations filled my head. They swirled around with great force, hitting every crevice of my brain and down to every nerve ending of my body.

Shit, this is exactly like the orgasm I felt when Lucein first did it to me inside that Crimean tent. My toes curled as I panted.

Lucein seized the opportunity to put my legs down and straightened up to whisper in my ear. “I’m not done with you yet, desime. Prepare yourself for tonight. I’ll stretch you and fill you up inside.”

“Huh?” My mind was still in the process of recuperating when a knock sounded at the door. I immediately felt a rush of alarm.

After pressing my forehead against his chest, I hastily looked up and wondered who it was behind the door.

“Don’t worry, that’s just the agent, Ms. Banks,” Lucein assured me while pulling my tube top to the right position.

“How are you sure?” I looked at him with a weak gaze caused by my post-orgasm moment.

“I just know. Go ahead, answer the door.” He spanked my behind and then gave me a dark smirk.

I frowned at him but did as he said, walking out of my bedroom and toward the main door while righting the hem of my dress.

“Hi, Ms. Holland,” Ms. Banks said as soon as the door was half open.

She wore an elegant mint green sundress and a wide-brimmed hat, looking like a woman half my age, when, in reality, she was seven years older than me as per her account.

“H-hey, good morning too, Ms. Banks,” I replied, trying my best to act as if I hadn’t just been orally fucked. I controlled my breathing; a great feat, but I was able to do it, thank God.

“I was wondering if we could go to the breakfast buffet together before we visit the marketplace?”

What timing.

Her interruption wasn’t welcome. Really. But there was nothing I could do but deal with her.

With a short nod and a stiff smile, I said, “Sure. Just give me a sec. I have to, uhm…” To change my soaked underwear actually, but she needn’t have known that. “To get my purse.”

She bobbed her head in agreement. “I’ll wait right here then.”

I closed the door, paused in my tracks, and hauled a deep breath, trying to reclaim my battered lungs—the culprit for which was leaning against the door frame of my bedroom.

His arms were crossed over his chest and he was wearing the same dark smirk he had given me a moment earlier. I couldn’t deny it, Lucein was eye-candy standing there and all.

His abdominal V, the perfect definition of his abs, the little dark growth at the start of his pants, and the enormous dent he was sporting made me want to decline Ms. Banks’s offer.

But I had to control myself.

“Uhm, I need to go,” I announced, gazing up at him, looking for any sign of approval.

He titled his chin down as a reply. “I know, so go on, Nicollete, have fun,” he said. “Just don’t forget about tonight.” I remained silent but I swear I felt myself blush.

Quickly, I went past him to my bathroom and chose dry underwear. He followed. I took off the soaked pair and slipped on the new set with him still watching me, again leaning against the door frame.

I felt so cognizant the whole time. I tell you, his eyes bore into me like he was singeing my underwear.

When I was done, I walked past him again, but this time, he grabbed my arm.

“Don’t forget, Nicollete. Don’t take this ring off.” He brought my hand up, the one with the ring nestled neatly, and kissed my knuckles.

“I won’t,” I told him. He pulled me in for a gentle kiss and there, I felt my knees turn jelly again.

This man would be the ruin of me, this much I knew was true. But I didn’t even care anymore, and I left the room with my heart thundering wildly.

“Let’s go?” I asked when I’d closed the door. Ms. Banks nodded, but seemed preoccupied with staring at me as if my body was adorned with diamonds. “What?”

“Nothing.” She cleared her throat and smiled. “It’s just that you are blooming right now. Did you just get a confession of love or did you just realize you’re in love?”

My eyelids fluttered. Hell no, I couldn’t answer that.

“What floor is the breakfast buffet, Ms. Banks? I’m quite starving.”

She giggled at me and then pointed her finger down the corridor. “Second floor. I heard they make some killer crispy bacon.”

“Hmmm, that sounds divine,” I pressed my lips together.

***

The rest of the morning was uneventful. I finished my breakfast in half an hour, and then we went to the market, just like Mr. Andretti suggested.

During our time together, I learned about Ms. Banks and her employment with our boss.

She was ecstatic to answer my questions, bringing up that she admired Mr. Andretti so much, but in a way that doesn’t involve any romantic feelings.

She respected him, his ideals, and his position as the owner of his laboratory research company.

It turned out, her agency was outsourced by him, employed under his supervision for five years to find as many antique mirrors as possible.

Given her enthusiasm, I asked her more about Mr. Andretti.

The man was older than me, being one and thirty, had dated dozens of women but never settled on one, and was one of the famous bachelors in society, alongside Mr. Darien Ozric.

By the mere mention of Lucein’s name, I became conscious, but I hid the uneasy feeling pretty well.

Ms. Banks went on to tell me Mr. Andretti demonstrated little concern for what society thought of him. She’d never even seen him flip the pages of a magazine, while the newspapers he was fond of reading were always open on the economics pages.

Otherwise, he was always preoccupied in his Brooklyn office, engrossed with his obsession for mirrors. That was something even Ms. Banks didn’t understand.

However, as we chatted our way along the streets of Rio, I noticed an oddness in the way she shared this information. It was as if she was trying to hold back—trying to filter out what I really needed to hear.

I didn’t mind much about this though. She had the right to hold back information as much as I do.

By lunchtime, we had returned to the hotel with our purchases in hand.

Ms. Banks—or Sherlie, as she bade me to call her—bought delicacies for the excavation team and some Brazilian beads and swimsuits for herself.

I, on the other hand, purchased a necklace with a pointy tooth pendant customized into an emergency flashlight.

I also bought lots and lots of insect repellent considering we would be in an unknown territory with the little creatures as our host.

The excavation team consisted of a team of ten excluding me as their head.

They were already on the poolside restaurant deck, waiting for us with margaritas and lemonades in hand. I knew how to speak Portuguese, so I didn’t have a hard time introducing myself to them.

Under the wide colorful umbrellas, we enjoyed some simple conversation to get to know each other while we waited for our benefactor to arrive.

When he did, we immediately began the meeting proper.

The area of the restaurant deck we were in had been reserved exclusively for us apparently, but with it being open, I could see the whole of the poolside and the west facade of the hotel.

Palm trees were everywhere, and so were the guests in their tight bikinis and beach shorts. Two women, in particular, caught my attention on the second-floor balcony.

They were long-legged blondes. Totally Victoria’s Secret-worthy models with D-cups, sashaying their hips near the railing.

They were near a man, whose sight caught my eye even more.

God dammit, Lucein stood there like a Roman God statue. He was looking at me, unblinking, with his mouth set into a thin line.

I felt my cheeks flush.

He wore this white linen shirt folded up to his elbows, all buttons undone except for the one in the middle, partnered with loose gray pants.

Those mouthwatering compact muscles I’d seen just that morning greeted me again. They were shimmering under the hot sun, beckoning me to touch them. Shit. I gulped.

The two women were clearly flirting with him. The taller blonde boldly clung onto his arm and gave him a wide-mouth smile.

Meanwhile, the other arched her chest up in front of him, as if inviting him to stare.

But Lucein’s gaze never wavered. His eyes were still glued on me.

The first girl whispered something in his ear while nudging her breasts against his elbow, and I felt raw jealousy fire up my system.

Then, just as the second woman reached up to his neck, Lucein shifted his head to the left, and tilted his chin up and down as if he was signaling someone from the sidelines.

My gaze caught sight of a shorter man wearing a suit. Clyde, my butler.

He quickly strode toward the railing and grabbed the elbows of the two women, and I saw their shoulders slump.

The wide smile of the first woman vanished and was replaced with a frown. The second dissed Clyde by pulling her elbow out and flipping her hair like a typical bitch.

The whole fiasco seemed to go unnoticed by Lucein for his eyes were still on me.

Tsk, insensitive bastard, but why do I feel this way? Why do I feel relieved that he didn’t accept the clear sexual offer of these women?

“Ms. Holland? What do you think?” a male voice asked.

I blinked a couple of times just as I turned my attention to Mr. Andretti, who was sternly staring at me, waiting for a reply.

“Uh, I’m sorry, come again? I didn’t quite get it,” I said with haste.

“I said, we will be leaving first thing tomorrow morning using Land Rovers. You just need to bring clothes fit for a two-week expedition. Toiletries and food will be provided at the base camp at the foot of Madridejos Mountain.”

Oh, the details. I really should pay more attention to my boss. “Yes, that sounds good. I have no questions.”

A muscle in Mr. Andretti’s jaw twitched before he said, “Good,” and went on to formally introduce me to the team.

Quick as a wink, I glanced at the balcony, and Lucein was still there, giving me x-ray stares. This time, he was sitting, with a glass of wine in hand and my butler behind him.

Whatever they were doing, I decided it wasn’t for me to know.

My work came first, so I decided to keep my focus on the people before me.

***

The lunch meeting finished at one o’clock in the afternoon, but a festive mood persisted.

Everyone was slightly tipsy after downing an all-you-can drink tequila sponsored by none other than our boss himself.

And speaking of him, he had sat opposite me, entertaining himself with a glass of brandy.

We made small talk about the expedition; something that would have been a normal occasion for me, except I couldn’t shake the need to feel cautious.

The way he looked at me was the same as it had been in my hotel bedroom, secretive and enough to draw shivers on my nape.

It made me recall how Lucein had warned me about him and I remembered how he’d used his supernatural abilities on me.

This man…really. I should stay away from him.

Clyde was already standing near my side in silence. He had been with me for a few minutes now after Lucein had left the balcony.

We both made eye contact briefly and that was it. He never said a word.

And yet, Mr. Andretti noticed him.

“That’s your butler, right?” he asked, looking at me with a brow raised.

“Yes,” was my immediate answer.

“The room you are in has butler services, but thinking about it now, I don’t recall asking for one for you,” he pointed out, giving Clyde a subtle glare.

I felt myself freeze. If he hadn’t then it could only have been the work of Lucein himself.

“Well, uhm, I…I asked for one,” I lied straight away.

“Oh, did you, now?” He downed a good amount of his brandy. “You are swimming later?” he said smoothly, changing the subject.

I knew he knew because Ms. Banks had asked me earlier.

“Yes, Sherlie invited me to take a dip.”

“Hmm, pool or beach?”

“Beach. I prefer the salty water.” I diverted my eyes away from him and looked at two of my female team members dancing with the sound of reggae music near the restaurant bar.

“Hmm, can I come, then?” he asked, increasing the volume of his voice.

In the back of my mind, I answered a quick no. It just wasn’t a good idea to spend time with a man who aimed to court me and had made me immobile twice.

But in the end, I conceded.

“I don’t see why you can’t.” That Clyde would be with me was my only reassuring thought.

“Good, I’ll see you later then, Nicollete.” He smiled, drank the last of his liquor and stood up.

“Yes, uhm, see you,” I said.

He exited the restaurant deck with the partying team smiling at him.

***

Sherlie wanted me to try on her newly purchased swimsuit, so she made me wait for her in the restaurant.

“Where is Lucein?” I asked Clyde while looking at him.

He gazed down at me and replied, “Somewhere in the vicinity, Ms. Holland. He is in the middle of a business meeting right now via phone.”

“Oh,” I let out. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one catching his attention.

When Ms. Banks arrived a couple of minutes later, she was already wearing a one-piece swimsuit printed with flamingos and holding a duffel bag. She beamed a smile at me and held out a paper bag.

“Change into these. You will look perfect in it.”

I gave her a smirk. “I hope this isn’t the hot pink you chose earlier with a G-string,” I told her while taking the paper bag.

She chuckled. “No, it’s not, but if you’d like to wear that, then I have it here in my duffel bag.”

I immediately shook my head. “No, no, that’s not necessary. I’m good with this. Let me change first, then we can go to the beach,” I suggested.

“All right, I’ll wait here with Mr. Butler.” She winked at me.

I went to the restaurant bathroom and changed.

True to what Sherlie claimed, the two-piece swimsuit looked perfect on me. It was black with strings to tie the cloth together, and it hugged my curves pretty well.

Back in the market, I’d admired the suit but didn’t have enough desire to actually purchase it. It was a good thing Ms. Banks had done.

I might buy this from her if she agrees.

Outside the dressing cubicle, I looked at my reflection, delighted with how I looked. My fear of mirrors didn’t even hinder my good mood.

With a pleased nod at myself, I stepped out of the bathroom. Immediately, a mischievous grin overtook my smile when I caught sight of a man some distance away.

Lucein.

Just as Clyde said, he was in the middle of a phone conversation.

His back was to me but I could sense he was pretty much occupied with his business.

Good. Now, let me test just how unaffected he is by a woman in a bikini.