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

Spyder’s mouth brushed against mine in a feather-soft kiss and then pulled away before nodding slowly in reply. He smirked devilishly, cocking his head to the side, his eyes burning with amusement and something dangerously wicked. The moment we reached the bedroom, he yanked me inside, closing the door behind us.

“Don’t say I didn’t try to give you a way out of this, Kitty.”

“I’m not asking you for an out, am I?” I argued, trembling with the need rushing through my entire system.

He chuckled before running his hand over his mouth while letting his heated gaze drop to my mostly naked body. The heat burning in his stare was enough to melt my bones, and I whimpered at the look he gave me when they rose, locking with mine. Spyder studied me before sweeping his eyes around the room we’d entered, then dragging them back to where I waited for his command.

This wasn’t mine and Lucian’s space. The place where Lucian and I lived was ours alone, so I’d asked that we use a room outside of our apartment. I didn’t want the memories of tonight in our bedroom. Lucian had pinned me against the wall after my request, claiming my lips with a possessiveness that had undone me. I could still feel him inside of me, pounding into my body as he’d fucked me harder than he had ever gone before.

“Take your panties off, place your hands on the counter, and don’t move unless otherwise instructed.” Spyder moved to the chair that sat off to the side of the room, in front of a round table, never breaking eye contact. “Let me see how wet that pussy is for me, woman.”

He leaned back in the chair, placing his hands on the arms of the chair, silently studying me. A moment of hesitation filled me, wanting and needing Lucian here, before we started. One dark brow rose, creasing Spyder’s forehead while he read the inner turmoil displayed on my face. Deciding that I could either play meek or bold, I chose bold. Fuck being timid anymore. I wanted him, and I wanted this.

I wanted them.

My fingers brushed the delicate bows that sat on my hips, pulling them until they unraveled. I held up my panties, tossing them onto the counter, turning and smirking at the heat I witnessed dancing in Spyder’s gaze.

He didn’t move or even glance down at my naked flesh, clenching with need. Slowly, I walked to the small island, leaning over it and spreading my legs apart in invitation. I arched my spine, and his grip on the arms of the chair tightened, making the leather groan in complaint.

“That pussy needs to be fucked deep and hard. Doesn’t it?” His voice was thick with gravel, the rough timbre causing heat to pool in my apex and my nipples to harden. “Cat got your tongue, Kitty?”

“I need you to fuck me already, asshole,” I answered, my voice mirroring his. The door opened, and I held my pose.

Lucian entered the room. His enticing scent added to Spyder’s rich, exotic, masculine fragrance and arousal built in my core. He slid his gaze over the curve of my ass, smirking as he moved toward me. His fingers touched my hip, slowly drifted to my slit, sliding through the sleek mess teasingly.

I felt something against my opening and gasped as he inserted the neck of an unopened whiskey bottle into my pussy. Moaning, I fought the pleasure it created while he pushed it in and out of my body leisurely. Lucian slid his other hand around my waist, running his fingertips over my clit, then pinching it—hard. I whimpered, grinding myself against the bottle he was using to fuck me.

“You like that, Little Monster?” Lucian asked, releasing the pressure he held against my clit. “I asked you a fucking question, didn’t I? I expect an answer. Do you like the cold bottle inside your tight, needy cunt, Lena?”

“Yes,” I groaned, gasping as he inserted it deeper inside me.

“Fuck it for me. I want to see your arousal coating this bottle when I remove it from your heated flesh.” Lucian growled, lowering himself behind me, sliding it in even deeper before his tongue licked around its edges at my opening, adding more pleasure while he continued devouring me. “You look so fucking dirty right now, riding a bottle of whiskey like a naughty little bitch. Does your pussy feel good?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“You haven’t fucked her yet?” Lucian asked Spyder, slowly working my pussy with the thick neck of the sealed bottle, watching it enter my body as he blew his heated breath against my cold flesh.

“I’m enjoying making her wait for what she wants,” Spyder replied raspingly as Lucian rose, pushing my face down, continuing his task. “She’s beautiful, Lucian. Looks like a rather tight pussy for us both to fuck, though.”

“Lena enjoys pain with her pleasure. I revel in pushing her limits.” Lucian chuckled, lowering to blow his heated breath over my pussy again. He withdrew the smooth bottle, placing it in a bucket of ice, and then licked through the arousal he’d created between my legs. “Come taste her, and then we will drink before you fuck her. You’ve waited longer to enter her flesh. I made sure she was sore for tonight before allowing her to escape our room.”

Spyder rose from his chair, coming to stand behind me. Leaning over, he kissed the top of my spine, gradually working his way down my back. It sent a shudder of need dancing down the trail he kissed while Lucian walked to the other side of the counter, stroking my cheek. Spyder’s heated mouth slid right down my back, blowing hot air over my ass until his tongue slid through the arousal covering my cunt. He growled loudly, pushing two fingers into my tight opening as he worked the tip of his tongue around them.