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

“Absolutely,” I admitted, holding his midnight gaze.

“Did you enjoy fucking her?” he asked, lifting his gaze to Spyder.

“Immensely.”

“Good, now fuck her again. After you’ve finished, we’ll fuck her together. We’re going to need her soaking wet for what I have in mind for her next. Let her come for you. You’ll love how she sounds screaming with her pussy clamping down on you. Lena, show Spyder how much you adore cock, and don’t worry about what I’ll think. Ride him, and stop being a weak little bitch. If you don’t fuck him as hard as you fuck me, we’ll both be inside that ass of yours together, wrecking it. Understood?”

“Yes,” I whispered thickly, and he stood, stepping back. My stomach tightened at his dismissal as I glanced between him and Spyder silently.

Spyder grinned, moving closer to me as he stepped over his discarded slacks. He nodded for me to slide up the bed, positioning me so that Lucian could watch while we fucked. I swallowed past the lust as he settled between my thighs, spreading them further apart.

“Are you ready to purr for me, Kitty?” he asked, smiling devilishly.

Spyder lowered his heated mouth to my pussy, studying my reaction at the first flick of his tongue. I fisted the blankets tightly, twisting them into the silk fabric as he began devouring my cunt. It was too much, causing me to struggle against the intensity of the pleasure he created. He slid his hands around my thighs, pressing them against my stomach, lifting my pelvis to his mouth while he unleashed hell on me.

“Fuck!” I screamed, coming on his skilled tongue as squiggly lines and blotches danced and swam in my vision. I would not survive them both if Spyder alone brought me to orgasm with the simple command of his tongue.

If I died like this, though, I’d die sexually satisfied. It was more than I could say for the last time I’d died. I trembled, still trapped in the endless waves of multiple orgasms hitting me at once, while Spyder chuckled against my swollen flesh.

“Doesn’t she whimper so prettily when she comes?” Lucian asked, holding my stare as I continued to tug on the blankets. My spine arched, and the room spun around me as dark, silky shadows started caressing every part of me that Spyder wasn’t touching. The shadows covered my eyes, blinding me as more hands touched me. I wasn’t certain which hand belonged to whom anymore, and I didn’t care.

This was heaven and hell.

This was also probably where I died, but that wasn’t the important thing here. I felt Lucian and Spyder, and they saw me. They saw the girl who had broken out of her cage and kicked propriety to the side. In this room, there was no judgment and no damnation. There was only the pleasure and sensation of being worshipped by monsters—My monsters.





Chapter Fourteen




Here, Kitty, Kitty. Let’s play a game called Chutes and Ladders. I’ll go first, shooting down your slippery slope, and then you can climb back up using my ladder. ~Spyder



I came five times with no breaks in between. It wasn’t until I was begging and pleading for Spyder to give me mercy that he finally climbed up my body, kissing a heated trail to my lips. I wrapped my legs around his narrowed hips and rocked against him. I felt Lucian’s eyes on us and knew he enjoyed my agony as Spyder slowly tortured me with orgasms. Lucian had probably instructed him in all the ways to make me scream and beg for mercy.

Spyder placed his hands on either side of my head, staring down at me while he moved me further up the bed. I understood he was adjusting us to show Lucian my naked sex, shining with my arousal. Spyder’s hand slid between our bodies, his fingers slowly entering my tight channel before he positioned his cock against my opening.

“Beg me to fuck you, Kitty.”

“I need you inside of me, Spyder. Please fuck me,” I purred, rocking against his thick tip cradled in my pussy. “Please.”

“Climb my ladder, Lena. One step at a time, sweet girl.”

He pushed into me slowly, forcing me to feel every barbell on his massive cock. I was sure he had more added than was necessary. However, each one sent me rushing toward an orgasm that was already threatening to unleash. Spyder buried his cock to the hilt inside my body, which clamped down hungrily around him.

I lifted my hands to cradle his face, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. My spine arched, rocking my clit against his V-line, forcing him to lower his gaze to where he was buried within me. He stretched me, filling me until it was a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. Turning my head, I stared at Lucian, gazing at my pussy with hunger.

I gasped as Spyder’s shadows jerked my face back to him, holding my chin and throat painfully in place. My entire body was strung up tightly by the shadows, and his gaze burned into mine. My ass tilted, and I knew it was his shadows forcing me into a position that allowed him further access into my pussy. He slammed into me hard, smiling coldly, as a soft cry escaped my parted lips.

“You will look at me when I’m fucking your tight cunt, Kitty.” He pulled out to the tip, ramming back into my body. I gasped, arching my back to escape his painful thrusts. His hands remained beside my head, and he studied me carefully as his shadows forced me back, lifting my legs and pushing them against my shoulders. “That’s a good girl. Now come for me, Kitty. I want to feel that cream coating my cock while you whimper my name to your fucking gods.”