Darkest Hours (MGL series Book 2)

Chapter 26

Lucius was livid.

Not because he was sitting in front of his mother who had left him decades ago nor it was due to the harsh glares he was receiving from his darling wife.

He was livid to look at his mother who killed her own daughter. Although he was stuck with the realization that his sister who was way too humble and docile was a witch herself and a magic weilder, he still could not understand the reason behind such vile actions by a mother; however unintentional it was.

Lucius' heart was an ocean of sentiments at that moment. One, he felt extremely good that Madonna was worried about him enough to take him to his mother to save him.

Two, those few moments when Madonna was in panic regarding his pretentious unconscious situation, touched him. It shed light on his unasked doubts.

Three, he was also suffering from lack of knowledge regarding many issues as he noticed how close his mother was to Madonna. He had his doubts that they may have known each other but seeing them act as if they were a pair of mother and a daughter, it did not sit well with him.

Was he envious? Probably.

He was brought out by a harsh clank of copper glassware in from of him causing the substance inside to spill a little around the small stool it was kept on. Madonna threw a very harsh glare towards him which he returned back with a small smirk of his own.

Damnation! Anger makes her much more than eternal!

With an maddening smirk on his tired face, he took the glassware and drank the herbal tea he was offered for the pain caused by his wife. He still could not gather his thoughts without dreaming of having her moaning under him when he remind himself of what transpired few moments ago.

The moment they were in his mother's cabin and he let Madonna know of his pretention, he expected a glare, string of profanities or accusations from her but what he got instead make his manhood shake in arousal.

The young witch he married punched him on his nose enough to make him go blank for good eons.

Goodness, the strength she used on him made him want to push her to a nearby wall and plunge himself into her repeatedly until his insatiable desire was quenched for then.

He had never met a woman who could raise voice before him let alone knock him. The women he knew of or the women in general were docile creatures meant to be handled with utmost care.

But Madonna was another tale. She was not docile, she was not modesty. She oozed sensuality as if it was her core aura. Not to forget she was tough and enduring that makes him want to have her with him more often.

"You have finally found your way to me, son." He heard a familiar voice which he hadn't for several painful years.

He jerked back from his thoughts of Madonna and directed his eyes back to the old woman who looked the same as he had in his childhood days. If any, she looked much more stronger, self-assured and much more conniving.

It looked like age had not knocked her door yet as there was not a single grey hair on her aristocratic head.

Lucius frowned at approving tone she had used for him. Was she expecting him sooner than later?

"Seems as though you were expecting my arrival." Lucius stated nonchalantly as he noticed Madonna take a chair next to his mother ever so graciously.

That got him aroused yet again.

What happened to him so suddenly that he was getting aroused just by the looks he shared with her?

"Indeed I was. Although I find myself guilty for not telling about it to Madonna here, I was indeed looking for you to play her." His mother affirmed truthfully with a small wink at his young witch.