Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) by Amelia Hutchins

Theory of a Deadman’s Wicked Games rendition came on, and he smiled. “I do believe that this is our song, Lena. No.” He interrupted when I opened my mouth to argue the meaning of the song. “It’s about what happens when you have an attraction that isn’t good for you. I knew I was bad for you, yet nothing could have stopped us from being together. Eventually, we’ll find another song that fits us as our family grows. Music is important to you, and you need us to have that connection. I personally prefer FMLYHM’s Seether, but if I played it right now, you’d end up bent over that bar while I made that song have an entirely new significance for you.”

“Is that so?” I asked, smiling as I clung to his suit jacket. “Maybe I’m into that.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed my hand, leading me to his office. “Kinky, woman. You’re no longer on display for others, because I’m a selfish prick that intends to keep you for myself.” I smiled at the jealousy of his tone, allowing him to pull me into the room before he closed the door behind us. “Do not strip. Place your hands on that desk, and do not fucking move.”

I bit my lip, turning to smile at him as the memories of the last time I’d been in this room in this position came back. “I don’t think so, Blackstone. You may own everything inside this world, but you don’t own me.”

His eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms over my breasts and gave him a pointed look. My hair was done up in the same style I’d worn that night. My heels were also the exact shoes as well. He wanted his fantasy, and he’d dressed me to play the part. I’d play it alright, but he’d get that Lena, and he would fucking love it.

“Witch, unless you want that pretty ass of yours to be too sore to sit, I’d follow my instructions.” He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, freeing the wealth of muscles there. Next, he undid his belt, watching me through the slits of his eyes. “I’m going to enjoy this, Fitzgerald.”

“You can try, but you’re the most conceited asshole inside this town.”

“I own your town, woman.”

“Everything but me,” I whispered.

“Oh, but you’re the reason I fucking bought this city. I only wanted one thing in it, and that was your gorgeous ass, on your knees, begging me for mercy.”

“But you don’t have any mercy.”

“Didn’t say you’d get it, Witch,” he chuckled, letting his belt fall from his hand. “I only said you’d beg me for it.”

“You wish, but here’s the thing, asshole, I don’t beg. Not unless it is to get something I want, and I don’t want you…”

His hand curled around the back of my neck, and he yanked me to his mouth. I moaned against it, whimpering when he broke the kiss after only a moment of connecting me to it.

“That’s what I thought. You’re wet, aren’t you? I haven’t touched that naked pussy, and it’s already weeping to be fucked, isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” I lied, slowly moving back.

“Show me how not wet you are, Witch.”

I shivered, smiling as he tilted his head, studying me. He was the predator, and I was his prey. This man had moved the world to free me from what I’d done to myself—to us. I’d taken his choice away, and he’d never damned me for doing that.

Instead, he’d done all that he could to get everything back to the way that it was and to fix what had happened to me because of his and Katarina’s game.

He’d loved me selflessly, and I returned it to him without caring what he was or that he wasn’t even a man.

This creature was my world, and I’d finally found my place here, in his arms.





Chapter Forty-Two




Lena is home, and by returning to us, we found a home in her beauty. She is my forever, and I intend to give her everything she’s ever wanted. Plus, we’re going to make so many little monsters that she never tires of hearing them call her mommy. ~Lucian



Lucian - Three weeks later

A smile curled my lips at the look of pleasure on Lena’s face. I’d spent hours last night fucking her until she’d been sore, but under no disillusion as to whom she belonged to now.

I scanned the curve of her hip, sliding down to the swollen flesh of her pussy. She slept once more, finding dreams waiting for her, when her mind silenced and her lashes brushed against her cheeks.

I’d never expected to fall for the foul-mouthed, saucy vixen that told me to get fucked. Lena had been an unknown, and those were dangerous. Magdalena had kissed me, and I’d melted for her. I hadn’t ever felt that with another, not since the moment of my creation. Her lips were a drug, and I was the addict that craved them endlessly.

She’d burrowed into my soul, and I never wanted to let her go. It wasn’t about sex with Lena; it was deeper and went to an entirely new level. I never wished to leave the warmth of her embrace or her pussy. She didn’t care that I didn’t say how I felt with words that held no meaning for me, not when she understood that I’d been showing her all along by my actions.

Katarina hadn’t been the one I’d craved. That realization had floored me. Yet Lena hadn’t cared in the slightest about the revelation. I, on the other hand, had been left reeling at realizing I’d never loved the selfish bitch that had betrayed me.