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

Chapter Five




Secrets can either destroy the world or save it. It depends on the secret and who is keeping it. ~Lena



I stood in front of Lucian, stupefied by his words, with my jaw firmly planted on the floor. Spyder would choose death to protect me from a hypothetical problem that we didn’t even know would become an issue. Lucian watched me, noting how my head shook slowly, my mouth opening, but nothing came out. When the ridiculousness of the entire situation hit me, I laughed soundlessly.

“I will do it,” I stated, holding his gaze, unwavering in my declaration. “You cannot kill your best friend. I won’t allow it. Not when the answer to the problem is so easily remedied. If the bond breaks and Spyder is freed, then he won’t have to die or be reborn, right?”

“Lena, what is required, would not be something you’d want to do. Guilt is riding you. You’re not thinking with your head. You’re thinking with your heart.”

“I don’t have a heart, Lucian. I want to free Spyder. I want you and me to be done with this shit. I don’t want to lust after anyone else except you. We can’t keep dealing with this, and there’s one way out of it. We all fuck, recreate the spell, and see if it breaks the bond.”

“And you’d be able to go back to normal? You’re not that type of girl, Magdalena. You’re not built like that. Spyder won’t do it, and neither will I, unless you can honestly say you are okay with it. You’re not. I can see it in your eyes.”

I growled while strolling toward him, and he dropped his eyes to where the sides of my breasts were exposed. Lifting my hands, I started unbuttoning his shirt, then reached up to push his suit jacket off while he stood in place. He was giving me control, curious about what I would do once I’d stripped him naked.

“You think I’m not that kind of girl, Lucian? I wanted to fuck Spyder in Portland. I craved to feel him inside of me. I ached for him. My pussy clenched with desire for that monster to sate my hunger. Unfortunately, you weren’t there, and Spyder was.” I slid my hands over his exposed abs once they were freed from his shirt, feeling the power of his body at my fingertips. “It may have been the bond, but we don’t know that, do we?” I worked Lucian’s belt while he stood ramrod straight, shivering with anger at my words. It was palpable within the room, brushing through me while I taunted him, and I didn’t care.

He thought I was the same girl he’d met in the beginning, but I wasn’t her anymore. He’d opened my eyes to an entirely new world that had been right outside of the blinders I once wore. Lucian had awoken my inner goddess, and she was a dirty bitch with an insatiable appetite that wanted him and Spyder, violently.

I removed his belt, tossing it aside before working the buttons of his suit pants. Pushing them down, I grabbed his cock, jerking it hard as I peered up into his heady gaze. He pushed me away, watching me for a moment before he kicked off his boots and pants, standing before me, unclothed. He wasn’t entirely naked, though; he was dressed in rage with his heavy cock bobbing between us.

Lucian nude was a work of freaking art. He was bathed in ink and muscles, and both nipples held silver barbells that my tongue knew carnally. Stepping closer, he crossed his arms over his broad chest, daring me to take what I wanted. Like I wouldn’t? He was mine, as surely as I was his. I didn’t stop as I closed the distance between us without stripping. I didn’t need to. I’d forgone panties, tired of him ripping them off the moment we were alone.

Lucian sat on the bed, regarding me as I straddled him. I slipped one arm around his neck while the other adjusted his enormous cock against my opening. Fuck foreplay; I needed to feel him stretching me along with that delicious ache that burned within me when he entered my body.

I cried out when I pushed down onto his thickness, shuddering as my entire body screamed with pain and pleasure. He didn’t touch me, choosing to watch me take my pleasure. I lifted, rocking slowly against him as Awolnation’s Sail started playing on the stereo inside the bedroom.

My body used his to rock slowly to the beat. Lifting my other hand, I held both around his neck, locking our gazes while grinding myself onto the base of his cock. Lucian stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes. The sounds I made were growing louder, with short puffs of air that escaped my throat. Tension built in my center, but I refused to come, knowing he wanted it from me. Lucian was a giver, and he took pleasure in the dominance he radiated; watching me come made him burn hotter.

I moaned, slowly lifting and gripping his hair, forcing his eyes to where he stretched me full. He growled huskily from the sight of our bodies joining. Gradually, I rocked my way down the cock I was riding, not stopping until I was at the base, taking every inch of him into my tight sheath.

“You and me, we belong here in this room together,” I groaned, lifting to slide back down his length. “I want to be here with you, like this, together. I want to fuck you with no one else in this room or inside my fucking head, Lucian.”

“Is that what you want, Lena? Because it sounded like you wanted to fuck Spyder without me there. It sounded like a battle you wanted to lose.”

I laughed through a moan. Then, shaking my head, I clenched down on his cock, enjoying the loud hiss of air that escaped his throat. I gyrated slowly, using every move of my body to intensify what we felt and what we both wanted while somehow preventing us from coming.