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

A growl escaped me, and everything turned red with the need to reinforce my claim within her mind that she belonged to me, that we belonged together now and forever.

With each new sound made deep in her throat, I fucked her harder. By the time her noises became incoherent, she was crying out in pain, forcing me to lift my head, finding her watching me with a pleading look in her eyes. Slowly, I realized I’d unleashed my true nature on her soft body.

I withdrew from her, hating myself for losing control. I sat on the edge of the bed, dropping my head into my hands. I wasn’t worried about breaking her, but I also didn’t enjoy hurting her when we fucked. She had limits, and I’d never crossed the line, not even when Spyder had joined us. I respected her in and out of bed, and I’d just unleashed hell on her already sore cunt.

“You’re free of the compulsion, Lena.”

I’d expected her to attack my exposed back or scream and rage at me. I didn’t expect to be jerked back onto the mattress and forced into her body. She redirected the anger, fucking me while fueled with her wrath.

It was violent.

It was messy.

It was everything that we were combined and rolled into one action.

She fucked me like she was at war, and I was the only victory that mattered in her world. She lifted her hands, slapping me as her scream of agony filled the room. Grief, she was fucking me with her grief, unleashed and ripping her apart from the inside.

Her head dropped back as tears rolled down her cheeks. Lena didn’t stop rocking, forcing me to watch her pain unfold on my cock. I wanted to tell her why I’d done what I had, but until she stopped allowing Lucifer to take her into his world, I wouldn’t chance exposing Harbinger to that monster, who wouldn’t hesitate to use my son against me.

I lifted my hands, and she slapped them away as I smiled, seeing the defiance burning in her eyes. She wanted pain because that was how she handled being in it now. I grabbed her, throwing her down on the bed before I stood, prowling around her.

“You want me to hurt you?”

“You’re fucking good at it, aren’t you? Every time I think you’re done hurting me, you do it again. Do you like to punish me, Lucian?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming her need for hours on end.

“I do, I so fucking do. You scream so pretty for me when I’m wrecking you, Little Witch.”

I grabbed her hair, flipping her onto her back, positioning her to take me in her throat. I didn’t give her time to argue. I thrust into her tight haven, hearing her gag around the thick cock buried in her warm depths. I grabbed her throat, cutting off her airway as I began pumping into her mouth. Her cries around my cock only added fuel to the fire she’d lit.

The moment her face started to turn purple, I withdrew, grabbing her hair again to flip her over. Lena liked rough sex, but this wasn’t just rough. It was me reclaiming her, all of her.

I pushed her knees apart, lifting them into the air, forcing her face into the bed, and entered her tight, sore pussy hard. I wasn’t gentle or easy on her, either. I knew her limits and understood she might be angry, but she was enjoying this. She wanted it rough, hard, and without mercy.

“Messy fucking cunt, you got here. Do you need more in it, Lena? Or is this sufficient for your greedy pussy to get off on?” I taunted, feeling her pussy quivering as the orgasm erupted, clamping her tight flesh around my cock until I almost emptied into her heat. “I’m guessing I’m still adequate at pleasing you. Tell me I’m not enough,” I snapped.

“You are more than enough,” she whispered softly, causing my stomach to tighten from the emotion in her tone. “You’ve always been plenty for me, Lucian.” Her pussy tightened, threatening to come again.

Instead of allowing her another orgasm, I pulled out, rag-dolling her up from the bed. I clasped my hands on her throat, forcing her up against the wall before she jumped, wrapping her legs around me.

“You dirty little girl. Who the fuck do you belong to? Who makes this pussy purr the loudest?”

“You, you fucking asshole. I’m yours! I hate you,” she snarled, pushing her pussy down onto my cock. I slammed her against the wall again, filling her until my balls slapped against her ass. She lifted her arms around my neck, and I laughed coldly, lowering my lips to her pretty pink nipple, biting it as she howled, coming hard on my cock.

I was brutally pumping into her body, hammering her ass into the wall until the plaster began breaking away, peppering the floor in the dust. She dragged her nails down my shoulder, leaving a trail of blood that had me trembling with pleasure.

Reaching down, I grabbed her thighs, forcing them further apart to rail her harder. It was violent, delicious, earth-shattering sex that had her screaming and hissing. Yet she took me and demanded I give her more.

“I hate you too, Lena. I hate that you’re fucking perfect for me. I hate that I enjoyed watching another man empty his cock into your tight, greedy cunt that belongs to me, and only me! I hate that you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever met or been with. I hate that you’re so fucking gorgeous that I can’t take my eyes off of you. I hate that I enjoy knowing everyone wants to fuck you, but that you’re mine!”

I ripped my dick out of her, throwing her on the floor to see her spreading for me, her ass lifting, understanding what I wanted from her without needing to be told.