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

“This is a new low, Lucian. Even for you!” she seethed, pumping her hips while following me with her heavily hooded eyes.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Magdalena. You look ready to be fucked, are you?”

“I needed you hours ago. Now I’m beyond caring, asshole.”

“Then I guess you won’t mind waiting until after I’ve showered, right?”





Chapter Eighteen




The most beautiful creatures tend to be the ones with nothing to lose. They’re free of restraints and no longer bound by a code in which they once lived. Lena, well, she is untethered, free of anything that could be taken from her. She doesn’t understand that I’m laying a foundation that will never crumble beneath her pretty painted toenails. ~Lucian



Lucian

Lena shifted her narrow hips, moving them up and down with blatant need. The arousal pooling between her thighs made my tongue burn to sample it. Her body was addictive, but her arousal tasted like a fine wine that should have been outlawed due to its sweet, deliciousness. The sounds she made caused my dick to jerk, knowing she waited for me to fill her until she fucking ached from it.

Reaching into my pocket, I withdrew the remote to the small toy that had been pulsing inside her all night. My finger slid over the button, taking in the way her body lifted from the mattress. Her sweet noises turned to moans, grunts, and plaintive cries for that orgasm she’d been denied while I saw to the needs of the club.

Striding closer to the bed, I removed my tie and smiled down at her hooded gaze. Her fragrance was heaven, bathed in sweat and pleasure that drew me in like a wolf scenting blood in the air.

I’d been drawn to her the moment I’d watched her peering up at the moon, seeking the darkness she craved. Lena’s mind was beautiful and as addictive as her curves. I missed the smell of her soul, but enough of it had been replaced that the gentle fragrance clung to her naked body. It was pure and uniquely her scent, which I loved.

This slip of a girl had shocked me, forcing me to want things I’d promised myself never to crave again. One taste of those innocent lips, and I’d fallen into the gentleness of her soul. I had Lena in every way possible, and yet I got excited each time I thought about being inside her tight pussy, fucking her hard, or even lying beside her while the world slumbered.

I’d never enjoyed sharing a bed with anyone, but with Lena I craved the simple things—the things most people took for granted until they were gone.

“Do you want to touch me, Lucian?” Lena whispered huskily. I swallowed hard at the lust burning in her eyes as arousal dripped down her pretty cunt, drenching her ass with how far she’d been spread for me.

“More than I want air, or to breathe, Lena. Are you ready for me?” I asked, leaning over to hover against my mouth close enough that my breath fanned against her swollen pussy.

“Yes.” Her hands unclenched the bedsheets she’d ripped with her nails; her need to come, violent. “I want you. I ache for you.”

“I know you do, but I’m not ready to play yet,” I admitted, turning to kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping it with a hunger that was raw and brutal.

Lena was witty, and smart girls just tasted better. The spice, sass, sweetness, and audacity they held went straight to their pussy. It made her that much more delectable when she came on my tongue, and I preferred her to come there for me.

Pulling back, I removed my dress shirt, watching her eyes lower to my tattoos. I had more ink added in the last few months. I’d added her name to my body, wanting to claim her in the event that anything happened.

I would never feel helpless again, like I had when she’d died. I’d almost destroyed the world, but it would have hurt Lena if I had. She wouldn’t have wanted it to happen. That thought alone had stopped me from sending this shithole into the downward spiral from which I wouldn’t have returned.

Reaching for the button of my slacks, I watched her slender fingers dance over her belly. Smooth skin, with a few delicate runes I’d done to connect hers to my own, sat on her hipbone.

Her creamy caramel-colored hair was a mess of curls, which fanned out behind her head. Her small hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing them before pushing them together. I curled my lips into a wolfish grin, knowing she was tempting me.

Lena had learned how to push me past the brink of my need, forcing me to fuck her when she craved my cock. Luckily for me, she always wanted my dick. Hell, there had been times when she’d climbed into my lap in the car, freeing my cock before she’d slid down my rigid length, uncaring that we were driving 120 MPH down a highway.

Turquoise eyes, the color of troubled seas, lowered to my dick as I freed it from my slacks. Kicking off my shoes, I grabbed my dick, watching her hands move to her aching, pulsing pussy that was drenched from hours of endless torture.

I knew that if I released her from my hold, she’d be coming in that instant. Then she’d attack me. Lena hated being controlled unless it ended in multiple orgasms. Her gaze trained on the bead of come that dripped from the head of my thick cock, licking her lips while watching the slow, easy strokes of my hand.

“Get up and lay on your stomach, Lena,” I ordered, knowing that she hated me playing with her tight ass. I didn’t care, though. She came hard when I fucked it, and she may never admit to it, but she enjoyed it. I’d taken it hard after Spyder, reclaiming every part of her, which I intended to do tonight, again. She did as she was told, and I took in her perfectly round ass, watching as she waited like a good girl. “Lift onto your knees, and spread your legs so I can see your wet pussy weeping to be fucked.”