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

“Kitty is right, Lucian. Not here. Not where I agreed to murder everyone inside this room before leaving. She’s a lady, after all.” My head swung toward Spyder, who smirked while holding my gaze. “You didn’t believe I had becoming a monk, did you? Your little mark? It kills whoever I fuck, but not me. I tried because it would have spared Lucian having to end my life.”

“The men?” I asked, curious about his position on that subject. I held my hands up. “I’m not judging; you do you, Spyder.”

He snorted, shaking his head as he trailed his gaze down my body slowly. “I’d have snapped their necks. They’re all human.”

“Noted,” I nodded. “Makes sense. I—there were like thirty people inside this room,” I swallowed, as Spyder’s lips jerk into a deadly smile.

“No mercy, Kitty,” he chuckled.

“Right…” I turned as Lucian took me in with a matching smile to the one Spyder wore. Shit. What the hell was I thinking? These two would literally destroy me, and I still wanted it. I guess I shouldn’t consider myself sane after all.

“No mercy. No rules. You’re not mine or his. You’re ours. That means you’re nothing but the woman we’ll use to get ourselves off. Our wants, our desires, they’re the only thing that will matter inside that room. There’s no safe word to tap out. For one night, you shall know what it feels like to be our toy, and we’re going to take pleasure in playing with you and doing our best to break you. If you’re a good girl, we’ll make sure you enjoy it, too. So, march your tight ass up those stairs and sit at the bar before I forget where the hell we are and fuck you right here. Now!” Lucian ordered sharply, causing my gaze to slide to Spyder’s, who watched me with naked hunger burning in his inky depths. “Now, Lena.”

I left the room, my heart thundering in my chest as the door slammed without me having to close it. I climbed the stairs, bypassing the orgy that had moved into the hallway. No one touched me, but then I could feel Lucian’s power humming through the club, which meant everyone else, felt it as well. Sliding onto the stool at the bar, I looked at Vlad, who sat with his back against the wall of bottles, shaking his head. He crossed his tattooed arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes on me.

“You could have at least let Spyder finish his deal with the paying clientele to murder them before you entered the room.”

“I wasn’t aware it was a suicide party and not just a wild orgy. You could have told me, and I’d have waited until he’d finished.”

“Liar,” Vlad snorted as he returned to bartender mode. “Let’s drink because, from the amount of power Lucian is radiating, I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”

I laughed, but it was hollow, and I was pretty certain he was correct in his assumption. Lucian wasn’t happy I’d come here without him, but then he had kept such a tight rope on me that I was beginning to feel it tightening around my neck like a noose. I may have the Devil on my heels, but the Devil had Lucian on his. Out of the two of them, I feared Lucian more.





Chapter Nine




Some girls play with fire, but I’ve learned to dance within the flames. Others discover who they are meant to be in the fire. ~Lena



Lucian escorted me out of the club, his hand against the base of my spine, which always made me feel protected, even though it was a show of ownership, one I’d learned I was more than just okay with him displaying. I scanned the road, turning to tell him about the weird holes, but he jerked his chin sharply, stalling the words on the edge of my tongue.

“Get your sexy ass into the Bugatti, Little Witch. Whatever you were about to say, it can wait until the urge to bend you over and fuck this anger out on your pretty little pussy has passed. What the fuck were you thinking?” Lucian’s eyes sparkled with rage, and the moment I opened my mouth to speak, he growled. “Get in the car! Now, Lena!” he commanded.

“Good gods, asshole. I did tell you I was leaving. You didn’t believe me, and that isn’t my fault. Maybe next time, you should take me seriously.” I scoffed, but still did as he’d asked because a pissed-off Lucian was both hot and terrifying.

I bristled with anger, moving toward the midnight blue Bugatti that sat by the curb. He opened the car door, waiting for me to slide into the passenger seat. He narrowed his eyes, and his mouth tightened into a white line, warning that his threat wasn’t idle.

One of the things I liked about Lucian was that he didn’t make threats that he wasn’t willing to carry out. I was barely in my seat when he shut the door and walked around the car to climb inside. I didn’t speak, choosing instead to pull the seatbelt over my chest, clicking it into place. His eyebrow rose at the gesture, but I lifted mine right back at him. He may not care about safety, but I didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of being ejected from the car if he crashed.

Lucian purposely left his seatbelt off as the car hummed to life. The purr of the motor caused a soft moan of pleasure to build in my chest. I loved fast cars. I was still mourning the loss of Baby, my brother’s Chevy Chevelle that had been wrecked and was unsalvageable. I craved and missed the loud engine Joshua had built. It was his prized possession. Lucian pulled away from the curb, moving through the litter-filled streets of Spokane.