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

She complied, and the hum of the toy forced her tight channel to clench, her arousal visibly covering her needy cunt. Going to the closet, I punched in the code, opening her toy box. I’d let her pick out a few things and some I’d chosen to use on her. Lena was a wanton thing, driven by her curiosity and sexuality. She liked to please me and was open-minded about a lot more than she had been when she cared what the world thought of her.

Grabbing the anal plug and a larger one meant to play in her tight channel, I moved toward her, leaving the closet open. Stepping up to the bed, I watched her pussy quiver, smiling at how wet she was.

Sliding the plug through her arousal, I pushed the tip against her tight bud. She tensed, her soft moan turning into a whimpered sound as I forced it deeper. Slowly, she relaxed until only the jewel was visible.

I chuckled as her sounds grew needier. I didn’t bother pulling out the small bead, pushing the toy into her opening while it stretched to accommodate both.

Gradually, I used it on her, never letting it get close to the other one, which I knew was driving her insane. Swallowing the groan at the sight of her stretched, sore pussy, I turned on the vibrator. And gods damn, she was drenched in her enticing arousal.

I’d wanted to hate watching her fuck Spyder, but she’d been hotter than hell. Taking us both and never begging for mercy had also shocked me, giving me new ideas on how to please her gluttonous appetite. She’d left me needing to reclaim her because she had enjoyed two of us pleasuring every inch of her tight, hot body.

I watched her slowly backing up onto the toy, chuckling at her readiness to be fucked. It wouldn’t come easily for her this time. Tonight, I was removing the other man from her mind, reminding her again to whom and what she belonged. I also needed to remind her why she couldn’t leave. I wouldn’t allow it, not even if I had to chain her up by the throat and attach the other end to my own.

“Who do you belong to, Lena?” I asked in a gravelly tone, unable to keep the edge of need from my voice.

“You,” she moaned in a manner that made my balls tighten with the need to drain inside her hungry throat.

“That’s my good girl,” I growled, leisurely using the toy while her body quivered with the need for more. Stroking my cock with my other hand, I shivered at how badly I wished to release my need inside of her welcoming heat. “I suggest you relax and stop clenching that tight pussy, Magdalena. It will be a long night of me utilizing it. I want your fingers to rub that clit of yours, slowly. I’m showering to rinse away the smell of stale sex and overly perfumed women that tried to take your place tonight, since you weren’t beside me. I hope that you’re over your anger by tomorrow so that you’re once again at my side when I am in the lower levels.” I exited the bedroom, leaving her in need of release. Lena looked as if she wanted to murder me, but then she usually did right before she fucked me as if her very existence depended on it.

I felt her anger, even though outwardly she expressed nothing. I hated making her realize I would not stand around and be her fucking savior. I knew I couldn’t prevent her family from perishing. I couldn’t intervene because no one stole from Death without repercussions. That asshole would have taken her because I’d have mortgaged my soul to get her back. And he fucking knew it.

Turning on the water, I stepped beneath the spray, letting it cleanse the smell of the debauchery from my flesh. The world shifted, and I smiled as the soft scent of baby powder filled the air. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around my hips before peering at my surroundings.

The space was decorated in soft colors, with a large four-poster bed against one wall. The blankets were the color of snow, with silver pillows covering the top. Chains sat hanging from the wood frame created to hold Lena.

On the wall were pictures of her I’d taken from the first time we’d met until now. I had crafted the entire room with her in mind, including the hidden panel that held items I’d retrieved from the cabin she’d lived in before it had blown up, splintering into nothing more than firewood.

A rocking chair sat beside the bed, one that I’d imagined her sitting in while holding our son. I’d wanted to tell Lena a million times, but until the threat of Lucifer and the other bastards hunting her was over, I wouldn’t chance our son’s life. Sliding my attention to where Harbinger laid in a protected incubator, I smiled as his little arms moved in sleep.

Magdalena had granted me the perfect son. He was tiny. He’d been just starting to grow within her womb when she’d given her life and his to save the world. She’d also done it to save me from having to murder my son.

She’d proven herself to me by her sacrifice, staring into my gaze as she’d ended her life. It still haunted my dreams, and even when awake, I could still see the look of love burning in her pretty tranquil sea-colored eyes.

The shadows behind the incubator moved, and I stared at the nanny who attended our son in his stasis. Larkin was a gentle soul, one I’d been given as a debt from Death. She’d been murdered because of the blood running through her veins, paying for the sins of her father. If she’d lived, she would have become the Queen of England, but she hadn’t realized her father’s murderous bride’s intent until death had claimed her.

She bowed, and her dark hair covered her face. Lifting her head after a moment, she smiled, which made her almond-shaped brown eyes sparkle. Then, stepping from the shadows, she slid her stare to my son, waiting for me to speak.