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



“That’s my name, Lena, but that’s not what I told you to say, though, is it?” I asked, climbing up her body to peer down into her hooded gaze. I teased her opening with my cock, already covered in her juices. “You won’t leave me, woman. I won’t ever permit it. You’re mine, now and forever.”

“Fuck me, please,” she whispered huskily. “I’m going to die if you don’t, asshole.”

“I wouldn’t allow that to happen, either. Not even death can take you from me now, sweet girl.”

I pushed into her tight channel, feeling it clamping down hungrily on my cock. Flipping onto my back, I forced her to take me deeper into her pussy, using her hips to rock her on my thick cock. Her perky tits bounced, the rosy buds tightening to painful tips begging to be tasted.

She was Heaven and Hell. Lena was every poem about love and pleasure that I’d ever heard recited. She was my calm, and I was her strength. We fit together as if we’d always been one piece that had found its way back to the other missing half, becoming one. Her eyes closed, and I tightened my hold on her hips, and they open to mere slits, parting her lips to utter my name like I was a saint, teaching her to sin. Maybe I was, and perhaps she was a rare prize I hadn’t won, but she was mine as much as I was hers, and we both knew it on a level so deep and profoundly life-altering that neither of us whispered it to the other. There was fear in opening up, exposing souls to someone else. Fear that once they saw all the dark and ugly parts, they’d back away and never wish to see them again.

I loved Magdalena, but she deserved more than words. I’d given in, saying the words to Katarina. I needed to give this woman, this little witch who had sacrificed everything for me, something more. She had burrowed into my world, and now I couldn’t imagine it without her. That was dangerous and terrifying. It was thrilling and horrifying that without her, I couldn’t breathe. One tiny witch had enthralled me, the biggest mother-fucking asshole who could destroy an entire universe without thinking twice about it, with her smart mouth and enough sass to last me a lifetime and more.

“You fucking dickhead,” she moaned, moving her hips. “I hate you. I fucking hate you, but I love you, too. You’re the most infuriating asshole on the planet!” Lena stared down at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. Only she could get off angry and cry while being so pissed off that her emotions became unhinged. I loved her crazy mind and the way it felt too deeply to process only one emotion at a time.

Lena was never just anything. She was everything all at once, and I craved that from her. She got mad, and those tears escaped her tight hold. She’d be sad, but then she’d laugh in the middle of it over something else. Magdalena held all her emotions on her sleeve and didn’t care who the hell knew how she felt. When she wanted to be fucked, it was in her strut, her eyes, and the way she’d bite her bottom lip, smirking at the dirty shit playing out in her mind.

She rose onto the balls of her feet that were positioned on each side of me on the mattress, and placed her hands on my chest, lowering herself, then slowly rolling her hips. She lifted to my tip, forcing her pussy to clench tightly before dropping back down to the base, screaming as I grunted. My balls tightened, and I watched her repeating the movement, knowing this shit turned me on and pissed me off at the same time. I loved watching her stretch around my cock, forced to endure pain and pleasure while she seated me deep in her narrow channel. I knew it fucking burned when I was fully within her body, and I knew it ached for her to continue without me staying in her tight cunt.

I started to rise, intending to suck the taut pink nipples taunting me, but her hand landed higher against my chest, slamming me down. I lifted my eyes, finding hers filled with rage. A smile played on my lips before I grabbed her arms, tossing her onto the bed with a single move before painfully forcing my cock to the base.

“I didn’t give you permission to take control, Lena.”

“I wasn’t asking!” she shouted, yet she was soaked the moment I’d thrust into her. Lena may not admit it, but she loved being tossed around and fucked hard.

I thrust into her while holding her arms, bracing myself on her body to plunder her tight, wet pussy. My eyes held hers prisoner, forcing her attention to where I wanted it. She lifted her legs, taking me even deeper until I was thrusting against the one place she wanted me most. Magdalena fought me, trying to remove my hold from her arms so that she could have some control. I wasn’t permitting that to happen. Right now, she was mine, and I was the alpha male to her alpha female. I’d thought she was a beta when I had met her, but there was nothing meek or gentle about her, not unless she allowed you to see that side of her.

“Who is in charge, Lena?” I went still, allowing her to buck against me, giving us both pleasure with her wild movements and need.

“I am!”

“You’re not,” I laughed wickedly. “Now, be my good girl so that I can make you come on my cock,” I grunted, rolling my hips to meet hers as her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

She moaned.

She begged.

She gasped and swore.

She never took command of me.

Lena whimpered, pushing my body, trying to take back some semblance of control. It enraged me and turned me on. She fucking pushed my buttons as much as I pushed hers. Finally, I let go of the reins and slammed her body down, holding her throat to claim her lips. When her tongue slid against mine, something inside of me snapped.