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

I couldn’t move, and the more I tried to break free of the magic holding me, the more painful the throbbing in my chest became. When we were out of the bar area, he dropped me to my feet, slamming me against the wall. His fingers curled around my throat, forcing my gaze to meet his.

“I do nothing without a good reason, Lena. Do you think you get to run away from me now? You don’t. Lucifer told you that to hurt you, so don’t start assuming he’s your fucking savior,” he snapped, his eyes glowing blue as he glared at me. “Now walk, or I’ll make you walk. It’s your choice. Decide now.”

“You fucking killed them! They were my family, Lucian!”

“I didn’t kill them. I just didn’t stop them from dying. Now walk, or you can get where we’re going thrown over my shoulder,” Lucian growled, stepping back to glare at me.

I stared at him, shaking with anger, while he waited for me to choose. I lifted my hands to shove him away, but his magic wrapped around me, preventing me from forcing him away from my trembling form. I fought against it, screaming with frustration and rage at being denied the ability to move. I felt his hold tightening, and then I broke free with a smile curving my lips. He grunted, biting his lower lip as his eyes began glowing with liquid blue flames.

His entire body vibrated with power, sending his magic directly at me until I dropped to my knees, crying out. Lucian kneeled, lifting my chin with a single finger, surveying my face. His lips curled into a devilish smile, and he spoke in a strange language that had me rising to my feet with his fingers still on my chin.

Lucian’s massive body crushed mine against the wall hard enough that my teeth clattered together. A groan slipped from me as he cradled my jaw, stroking my lips. He lowered his mouth, brushing it against mine before nipping my bottom lip while his power wrapped around me, enveloping me in the sheer force of it.

I couldn’t move a muscle or push him away as he held total control over my mind. He touched his forehead to mine, still speaking in the foreign language that held me silent, awaiting his command. Numbness filled me, consuming my mind, and his voice soothed me from within, as my eyelids grew heavy and my body grew pliant against his.

“You don’t get to leave me, Lena. I warned you. You are mine, and that which slumbers within you was created to stand beside me—only me, which makes you mine regardless of how you feel or what you want. Stop thinking with that useless human heart of yours before I rip it out and remind you that you no longer need it. Now, move your sore ass back to our bedroom, where you will wait for me in our bed. Move, woman,” he snapped harshly, his voice layered as if the souls within him spoke at once.

My body obeyed, jerking forward and immediately walking toward the staircase that led to our bedroom below. I could feel Lucian’s stare burning my back. Anger rushed through the air between us as magic forced me to do as he’d commanded, with no control over my mind or body.

I was nothing more than a mindless toy, marching to my master’s orders. Hot tears continued to roll down my cheeks as his betrayal burned through me. Anger pounded in my head, and even though I struggled to take control, I couldn’t break whatever spell he’d placed on me.

The furies within me were eerily silent, and yet I knew it was them who he controlled. I had only a sliver of a soul left, which should have made it impossible for him to use against me. That meant he was once again using the furies against me.

The door opened before I reached it, and I continued walking until I was seated on the bed. My spine arched and my legs parted slightly. There was no heat burning in his gaze, only anger and a look that promised me he was in full control right now.

He exhaled slowly, studying me while I waited silently. “Lie back on the bed, and spread your thighs apart.”

My body complied, lying back onto the soft mattress that reeked of his scent. My feet lifted flat on the bed, sliding apart before my knees parted and dropped open. He stared at me as tears trickled down my cheeks.

Lucian stepped closer, his fingers pressing against the tender flesh of my pussy. He held my face, continuing to stare at me. The sound of fabric ripping reverberated through the room before cool air touched my pussy. His long, slender finger grazed the tender flesh of my sex, already sleek with arousal for him.

“Tell me to fuck you, Lena.”

“Fuck me, Lucian,” my voice echoed out in layers, bouncing off the walls. It sounded creepy and sad. It wasn’t me replying to him. It was them. They answered to their master, and I was merely along for the ride as their vessel.

“Is your pussy sore?” he asked, pushing two fingers into me.

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to close my eyes against the intensity of his gaze. His body continually pulsed with magic, creating an actual quiver that was currently vibrating against my aching pussy.

“Turn over, and get on your knees,” he demanded, watching as I complied.

When I was in position, he lowered his mouth to drag his tongue through my apex. Lucian licked and kissed my swollen entrance, preparing it for him to use. He chuckled as a husky moan escaped my throat. I could not ignore the pleasure he made me feel, even if I wanted to stab him at that moment. He lifted, ripping the shirt I wore from my body. My chest heaved, but the pain was momentary and was quickly gone.

I whimpered as he pushed something into my pussy, kissing me there again. A vibrating sensation started, and he shoved me back onto the bed, and I rolled over to spread my legs for him. My hips bucked, moving wantonly for him to use me.