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

Lucian left the bathroom, only to return carrying a dress and other items in his hands. He exited once more, returning with his suit still on a hanger. Once he’d placed it on the hook, he extended his hand, offering me nylons.

“Put them on, slowly,” he ordered, stepping back, uttering foreign words that made the room light up with runes that danced on the walls all around us.

I bristled beneath his stare but accepted the thigh-high stockings, gradually rolling them up my legs. His heated glare burned my flesh, and his silence only added to the uneasiness inside the bathroom. He handed me a lacy bra next, but the moment I began to put it on, he gripped my wrists in his hands, jerking them up as he claimed one erect nipple between his teeth, rolling the puckered flesh with his tongue.

A shudder of need rushed through me, and my head rolled back on my shoulders. His husky laughter caused goosebumps to slide over my skin. His teeth sank into the delicate flesh of my nipple, and I mewled with need at the intense combination of pleasure and pain he created. His tongue continually ran in a circular pattern around my nipple, sending slivers of pleasure shooting toward my pussy.

Once again, he stepped back without warning, leaving me to wobble on my feet. Carefully straightening my spine, I realized he was toying with me, and I clasped the front of the bra together between my aching breasts. Lucian’s smile jerked further up on one side of his face, then the other, as he lowered his sultry bedroom gaze to my clenching sex, soaked with need.

“If you are trying to drive me insane, you are doing an amazing job of it, asshole,” I grumbled, uncaring that I sounded like a pouting child who was being denied their favorite sweet.

“I’m claiming you this evening in front of the entire club, Magdalena. After tonight, no one will wonder where you belong within my world. Lucifer is being allowed inside, as well as others who’ve taken an interest in you recently.”

“And where is it I belong, Lucian?” I asked, hating the tremble that entered my voice. His eyes slid over my face, studying the way my lips quivered in question.

“Not on Lucifer’s dick or anyone else’s,” he snapped harshly.

“That much is a given. You don’t need to claim me in front of the entire club to drive that point home. Everyone knows who I belong to.” My hands landed on the edge of the counter while I awaited his argument or explanation.

Lucian didn’t care about other people or what they thought. He’d proven it over and over again, time after time. He was a law unto himself, with his men the driving force behind the blade he wielded. So why was he catering to the masses unless he felt insecure or believed I was plotting against him?

“Rumors have made the rounds about me sharing you with Spyder. There have been offers to fuck you coming in left and right, Lena,” he stated sharply, moving forward to crowd the space surrounding me. His earthy scent slammed into me, and his hands covered mine on the counter, locking me in place as he pushed his weight against my small frame. “They assume I have finished fucking you and that I will pass you around now that I have shared your body with another.”

“Why would they think that?” I questioned, holding his heavily hooded gaze threatening to drown me its turbulent depths.

“I have never allowed a woman back into my bed once I shared her body with other men. You are the only woman I have shared that I still claim as mine, Lena. They assume I’m going to walk you out there tonight and allow them to gang-bang your needy holes for entertainment, announcing that I am done with you for good.”

I swallowed while searching his gaze. My heartbeat stopped and then thundered at a dangerous speed. He leaned closer to my lips, brushing his against mine. He didn’t kiss me, though. Instead, he whispered against my mouth when my eyes closed against the intensity that his nearness caused.

“I’m claiming you as my Queen of Chaos. You are mine now and forevermore. I will murder anyone or anything who thinks to take you from me.” His hand released mine, cupping my cheek and kissing me softly, growling as he swallowed the moan that escaped my lips. “I will be your King, and you will be my Queen, Magdalena Fitzgerald.”

“You are already my King, Lucian. I don’t need you to wear a crown to tell me who you are or that I commit myself to you willingly. If you are a saint, I am the disciple that bows at your altar of worship.” I nipped his bottom lip, trembling at his heat pushing against my half-naked body.

He grabbed my hands once more, spinning me around until I faced the mirror that lined the wall. Then, placing them on the countertop once again, he slid his foot between mine, parting my legs until I was spread far enough for his hand to slide between my thighs, stroking my drenched cunt that made me want to cry out to be used by him.

“I love how wet you get for me, woman. You’re fucking soaked and ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”

“You know you always turn me on, asshole. You need to fuck me, now,” I groaned while lifting my ass, exposing just how wet I was to his greedy stare.

“I know what you need. The thing is, you’ve been naughty and should be taught a lesson. I am done with you waking up covered in Lucifer’s scent. You are on my side, Lena, or you’re not. You should decide where you want to be,” he growled, pushing his fingers into my body slowly.

I moaned as he spread his fingers apart inside my aching need. His mouth skimmed over my shoulder, brushing gently against the exposed skin at the base of my neck. I felt his cock against my sore ass cheek and forced myself further on his fingers. He chuckled huskily and then nipped the flesh between his teeth, causing me to gasp, hurting where he’d bitten me.