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

“Get on my lap, and kiss me, woman. Show them you’re mine,” he growled thickly, holding my gaze.

I slid onto his lap as he spread his hands on the armrests. He wasn’t going to help me out any, hoping I would fail his test. I could sense Lucian watching, and that was the only thing that gave me pause. However, this was his best friend. My pride didn’t mean shit when Spyder was in this situation because of me and my choices.

My lips found his at the same time that my hands slipped through his soft hair. I coaxed his lips to part, slipping my tongue through them to graze against his. It was a gentle kiss, seeking permission, but the moment his tongue moved against mine, I devoured him with a hunger that terrified me. Holding his head, I moaned against his mouth, rocking to show him my need for him.

He moved his hand, snaking it up around my throat, pulling me away from his lips. His eyes searched mine, heat and anger colliding at the knowledge I hadn’t switched to the furies to hide behind them. I was in control, and I’d kissed him with raw hunger. Spyder slid his hands to my hips, grinding me against the massive erection in his suit pants, studying my expression for any sign of fear.

“Why do I smell fear, Lena?”

“Because I’m terrified of how much I fucking crave you and want this to happen right now,” I replied honestly, knowing that if he sensed a lie, we’d be back to plan A, which was a stupid fucking plan.

“Stand up, and strip out of that dress, now,” he ordered sharply.

Standing, I gripped the bottom of the dress, lifting it over my head before tossing it aside. Whip lashes and moaning from the couples on stage had stalled, alerting me to the fact that we had an audience. Spyder’s eyes trailed over my breasts, lowering to my panties.

He reached forward, gripping my hips painfully, jerking me back on the chair as he searched my face again. Spyder lowered his head, grasping my nipple with his teeth, running his tongue over the hardened tip before he pulled back, swallowing at the hooded look that I gave him.

“Turn around and spread your thighs apart,” he ordered, the challenge burning in his heated gaze.

I scooted off his lap, showing the crowd my ass with my spine arched. He narrowed his eyes at the defiance in mine. I knew Lucian’s eyes were glued to my ass, and he was wondering just how fucking wet I was right now. Slowly standing, I turned, allowing the audience to take in my naked breasts. I took a step back and sat on Spyder’s lap, spreading my legs, lifting them over the arms of the chair, for all to see. I leaned back against Spyder’s chest, and my stare locked with Lucian’s, where he sat at the back of the club, knowing I’d search him out.

Spyder’s hands slid around, squeezing my breasts painfully. I gasped as his lips moved against my ear, sending arousal heating my pussy. Painfully slow, his hand glided down my stomach, pushing into my panties, and my eyes grew even more hooded than before. His finger slipped through the arousal at my apex, and he growled hungrily.

“Shall we take these off and show him how wet you are for me?” Spyder rasped against my ear, causing his heated breath to fan along the delicate flesh of my lobe.

“Lucian knows, Spyder. Look at him. He’s so fucking hard watching you play with me that it pisses him off. He fucked me last night, telling me exactly what would happen when you joined us, and I came before he’d even entered my body. I should be thanking you for the orgasm I had while fucking him, but that will only get me fucked harder tonight.”

He chuckled, pushing his fingers into my body, causing a moan to explode from my lips. I rocked against them, needing to come for him. But I wouldn’t, or at least not until he gave me permission. He kissed my throat, holding me with one hand around my waist while the other worked my pussy.

“Gods damn, you’re so fucking hot, Kitty. You want to come for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, swallowing past the lump in my throat while holding Lucian’s stare as if he was my lifeline, and I was adrift in a sea that promised to swallow me whole.

“Too fucking bad.”

He pushed me away from him, standing to prowl toward me. “Move, we’re going to the bar to get a drink. You’re going to sit on my lap while Lucian joins us, and if you’re a good girl, we’ll take you to a room and stretch that pretty cunt of yours while we both fuck you in it.”

My eyes widened, and his lips jerked into a wicked smile. “I heard nothing is off-limits, and I fully intend to fuck you until you break. Now move, or I’ll use one of those whips on that pussy until you’re riding it while screaming my name to your pathetic fucking gods.”





Chapter Twelve




And so the Spyder took his Kitty, and he made her purr… ~Spyder



Spyder pulled me up onto his lap, spreading my legs apart as both he and Lucian watched me. My need was violent as they leisurely played with my body inside the lower level. Lucian nipped his teeth around my nipple, working the hardened bud with his tongue while Spyder continued slow, circular passes over my swelling clit.

They’d chosen to sit by the bar, facing my exposed body away from the prying eyes of our guests. The intensity between them radiating against my aching core was becoming a painful throb that refused to ease or let up.

I’d known exactly what I was asking for, but I hadn’t expected to remain within the club. Nor had I thought they would play with me while working me toward what promised to be a violent orgasm. Lucian’s hand slid down my body, as did Spyder’s, lowering further until he pushed two fingers into my throbbing pussy. They crowded around me, closing in against me. One kissed my mouth hungrily while the other dragged his lips over my neck and shoulder.