“Now that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” he commented dryly as he made the door swing open and I laughed once, clapped and said,
“Tada!” as he walked us both into the room. Then he placed me down on my feet, holding me steady as I swayed a little.
“I’m good, stop fussing!” I told him slapping his hands away playfully.
“Drink!” I shouted and then ran over to the little kitchenette. Then I reached up into the top cupboard, stretching up on tiptoe and trying to find the bottle I knew was in there. Lucius sighed once and muttered something in another language, only I was sure the last word was in English.
“Zu ficken cute.” (Means ‘Too fucking cute’ in German.)
“What did you…oh?” I turned to say but found him stepping up behind me. He dwarfed me in size and easily reached over my head and grabbed the bottle I was struggling to retrieve.
“Oh goodie.” I said but then he leaned down closer to my ear and said,
“Coffee for you my little drunkard…this bottle is for me.” I made a whiney complaining noise, one he chuckled at.
“You know I hate coffee! And why is there no tea in this place, I am addicted to tea you know and I’ve been having withdrawal symptoms all week!” I complained following him into the sitting area, where he now carried a bottle and only one glass.
“Is that so?” he asked smirking. I nodded and he replied teasing me,
“I don’t know how you have survived such torture, I really don’t.”
“It was touch and go there for a while,” I told him playing along, making him grin.
“If you wanted tea sweetheart, then you only needed to ask,” he said, pulling his jacket off and taking his phone from the pocket before throwing it to one of the single chairs. Then with a single tap he placed his phone to his ear.
“Hat Liessa Tee getrunken?” He said speaking German once more and I had no clue. (Means ‘Does Liessa drink tea?) After this I switched off as I couldn’t follow what he was saying. A minute later and he hung up.
“Dating line?” I asked teasing him again and biting my lip whilst doing it. He poured himself a drink, held it to his lips and said
“No, I have help on speed dial for all those pesky little human captive needs, they are also bringing a ball gag and chains,” he replied then downed the drink, making me laugh.
“Yeah, good luck with that one!” I said before plonking myself down on the seat opposite. Then I looked around trying to find something, making Lucius mutter,
“I dread to think…but what, pray may I ask, are you looking for?” he said slipping into a far-gone era.
“You know that makes you sound old as dirt, right?”
“Well I am as old as dirt, as you so eloquently put it, so answer the question before I get any older,” he said trying to sound stern but I knew he was just being sarcastic and besides, it was funny so I just giggled before getting up.
“Don’t you have a stereo or something in here?”
“Oh, dear god Lucifer, please don’t tell me you want to sing?” he said rubbing the top of his nose as if he was getting a migraine.
“Ha, ha, that would be a no…but I do want to dance.” I said walking around the room and pressing on the walls.
“What in the God’s name are you doing now, little girl?” he said in utter astonishment.
“Well I know you rich, old, gadgetry types, you keep things hidden, like some Bond villain or something,” I said patting higher up this time. Well you never knew, I mean these guys were much taller than me.
“Will you please stop calling me ‘old’.” He asked coming up behind me, making me jump and taking hold of my wrists to pull my arms down.
“And will you stop feeling up my walls like some crazy woman,” he added making me snort.
“Me crazy? This coming from the man who lives in a mountain and has a sex club in his living room…jeez what did you do, take a class at the Hugh Hefner convention?” This made him laugh and the motion of it made me jiggle. Then he raised a hand above me and pressed a hidden compartment, which housed a panel for the stereo.
“HA! See, I knew it! I knew it, you big, fibber you!” I told him turning around to face him and poking him in the stomach. Needless to say, it was like poking a rock. He looked down at me and what I was doing as if I was the first person in history ever to do so. A smirk emerged and a fang extended. Did he even know that had happened?
“Well you know us rich, gadgetry types, we can’t be trusted,” he teased making me laugh and push him back a bit so that I could extend my arms and crack my knuckles.
“Give me some room big boy, I am gonna work my DJ genius.” This made him laugh and shake his head at me.
“So, what do we have here…umm…oh…”
“Problem already my little DJ genius?” he asked popping his head next to me and looking at what I was doing.
“Alright, so I am stumped, bloody Nora but don’t you guys just have anything normal around this place!?”
“Not that I know much about this unfortunate ‘Bloody Nora’ of which you speak, but I believe if you press this button here…ah, yes, well would you look at that, a CD player,” he said as a tray came from the box. He was making fun of me and I rolled my eyes even if he was being funny when he did it.
“And CD’s?”
“I don’t know, is there not one in there?” he asked, waving his hand around as he retook his seat, not sounding like he cared. I tried to see what was written on it and in the end the writing was too small so I gave up and pressed the button to get it to go back in. Then I found the play button and pressed it.
“Oh, my God!” I uttered totally shocked, putting my hands to cover my open mouth as I looked accusingly towards Lucius. His eyes widened in a comical way and he said affronted,
“What, it’s not mine!”
“It totally is…this is yours!” I told him making him grunt once and say,
“Then you are crazy, doll!” he told me sternly making me laugh as the first song continued to play.
“I don’t even know what this shit is!” he argued making me laugh so hard, I had tears in my eyes. Of course, I knew this album, Christ, every girl that ever had a crush on the delicious Patrick Swayze’s epic dance moves knew this album.
“It’s not shit! Its Dirty Dancing!” I told him crossing my arms over my chest and stomping my foot. He raised an interested eyebrow and said,
“Oh really? Well okay then, you may continue to dance dirty for me,” he said leaning back and putting his hands behind his head, making his muscles bulge in a ‘tongue hanging down past my chin’ kind of way. Thankfully though I had a little sense left so as not to do this and look like a dog in heat.
“Yeah right, in your dreams!” I said thinking that if he actually saw it, the only boner my sexy dancing would raise up was his funny bone!
“Frequently.” He hummed the word making me blush. So, I quickly turned around to try and hide it but his damn chuckle told me that was too late. So instead I busied myself and pressed the forward button trying to find the song I liked called ‘Overload’.
“Oh, I love this bit,” I told him and he commented dryly,
“I am afraid to ask.”
“It’s the bit in the movie when he locked his keys in the car and has to smash the window.” I told him making him roll his eyes.
“Is that all it takes, a bit of destructive force to get a girl all hot and …”
“Don’t say it!” I said holding a hand out to stop him.
“Now don’t be rude, I will have you know that Patrick Swayze has Sex God status in this movie.”
“Why, because he breaks a fucking window?” he asked crossing his arms across his chest, as if he was affronted I could think this way about another man. So, I turned around and pressed it to another song, then I slowly walked over to him.
“No, because he can dance,” I told him softly and I took his hand and pulled him up. I was surprised at seeing him look suddenly vu
lnerable as he rose to his feet. It was the slow dancing song ‘Hungry Eyes’, which was precisely what I was giving him now.
I decided to place his hand at my side and the other I entwined my fingers with. Then I looked up at him with those pleading wide eyes and told him softly,
“Now it’s my turn to lead.” Then I stepped into him and started to sway our bodies gently from side to side. I felt the slight rumbling from being so close to his chest but he didn’t say anything. He simply held me closer and allowed me to move us as one.
It wasn’t like his version of dancing, leading me around a dance floor to some classical piece. But what it was, was two people sharing an intimate moment and listening to a song that was about how much you wanted someone. So, as the song was just coming to an end, I looked up at him to see that it couldn’t have been more fitting…as he too gave me his hungry eyes.
“Keira.” He whispered my name like it was plea and as he was just lowering his lips to mine another song saved us, making me mutter,
“No one puts baby in the corner.” Lucius stopped, opened his eyes and said,
“What did you say?” Then I pulled back and shouted,
“This is my favourite one! Come on…” I pulled him further into the room and started to dance again.
“This is the bit at the end that proves he loves her. He comes back and tells her dad ‘that no one puts baby in the corner’ and then he takes her hand and they do this amazing dance routine he taught her.” I told him making him laugh,
“Seriously?” he asked me and I nodded as we danced.
“Keira, this sounds like a terrible movie.” I laughed once and then smacked his arm.
“It is not! Oh its nearly at the bit where he does the famous ‘lift’.” I told him like it was a secret and he mocked me by pretending to be interested, saying,
“Oh, the lift…well that makes all the difference.”
“Alright fine, shut up and I will show you.” I told him grabbing his hand and pulling this massive man behind me as though he was my willing man slave. I giggled at the idea.
“Right, you stand there and get ready.” I told him positioning him in front of the bed, just in case he needed a soft landing.
“Get ready for what exactly?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“I am going to jump on you and you’re going to lift me up, ready?”
“Keira, I hardly think this is…Humpf!” He didn’t have much of a chance to back out as the part in the music started and I ran at him, launching myself up in the air last minute. I caught him off guard and he might have caught me, yes, but thankfully we both had a bed to fall back on.
I burst out laughing in a fit of giggles and placed my head on his chest as I let it all come out of me. He held me there with his hands still holding my waist from where he had no choice but to catch me. Then just as the next song came on, ‘She’s like the wind’ sang by the Sex God himself, everything suddenly turned serious.
I lifted my head up and looked down at him, still panting and trying to catch my breath. Then he pushed all my hair back from my face and whispered,
“Breathtaking.” I blushed at such a compliment and I knew that with the way he was looking at me right now, I needed to move.
But I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to think about all of the reasons why this was a bad idea. I only wanted to think about the one reason I didn’t want to move.
“Lucius.” And that reason left me on a breath just before I placed my lips to his and kissed him so softly. It was as though he knew in that moment to let me have my way with him before taking over. So, I moved back a hairsbreadth away and whispered,
“Thank you.” Then just as we were about to join our lips once more there was a knock at the door. For long moments, neither of us moved as we seemed to be locked in each other’s eyes.
“I have your tea, my Lord.” I heard a voice say behind the door and it sounded like Liessa. Lucius groaned and then shifted me gently to the side as I was still lay on top of him. Then he looked down at me and kissed my nose, before saying,
“Don’t go anywhere, Sweetheart.” I nodded with a breathy sigh, one he smiled at hearing. Then I closed my eyes and began to replay the night’s events, all starting with Lucius. I felt myself give in to my dreams and soon with every ounce of energy zapped from me. I quickly fell asleep. The last thing my foggy mind heard was voices by the door,
“I don’t think you will be needing the tea, my Lord.” I heard Lucius groan and thank her before closing the door. Then I felt myself being lifted and tucked into the bed. The back of his fingertips caressing down my cheek before he placed a whisper soft kiss there before uttering his goodbye, the last words of the night…
“Good night, my little dirty dancer.”
AUTHOR’S INSIGHTS.
To be Continued…
Well there we have it lovely people, I hope you enjoyed reading these chapters as much as I enjoyed writing them back in the day.
Of course, there are many more from other books in the saga, that include not only our usual suspects like Draven, Vincent and Lucius but also our other loveable rogues, like Sigurd, Jared and even Seth.
So, keep an eye out for part 2 of
Afterlife’s Forbidden Chapters.
My thanks once again to all your wonderful fans out there that made all of this possible!
I class you not just as fans of the saga but as always, treasured friends of my heart.
My devoted love is yours always.
Stephanie x
Table of Contents
Part 1
Warning!
Chapter 20 – Book 1
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24- Book 1
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28 – Book 1
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33 – Book 1
Chapter 33
Chapter 34 – Book 1
Chapter 34
Chapter 35 – Book 1
Chapter 35
Chapter 18 – Book 2
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 20 – Book 2
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 21 – Book 3
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 26 – Book 3
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Stephanie Hudson, The Forbidden Chapters Part 1: Afterlife Saga
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