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

“Do you feel what you do to me, Magdalena?” he asked, rubbing his erection against my ass. “You want this?” he continued in a husky tone that dripped sex.

He withdrew his fingers, caressing his silken head against my pussy. I trembled violently with need. Lucian teasingly pushed the thick tip into my clenching channel, but his hand on the base of my spine prevented me from forcing him deeper into me.

Lucian exited my body, sliding his cock through the slick wetness of the arousal that coated my sex. It throbbed with a steady pulse I felt against the silky flesh of my cunt. Lucian muttered huskily as he slapped his cock against my clitoris, causing me to moan unabashedly with how much I craved for him to wreck me.

“I need you, Lucian,” I pleaded, not above begging him for what we both wanted and craved. “Fuck me,” I whimpered thickly, spreading further apart to allow him more access. “I am yours, asshole. Use me.”

“I don’t want to just use you.” Growling angrily, he stepped back, and I remained where he’d left me, hanging onto the counter. “Do not move, Lena.”

He left me standing alone against the counter and deprived of his touch, dressed in nothing more than stockings and a bra that barely covered my nipples.

Cool air drifted over my exposed sex, fanning against the red, sore cheeks that he’d punished. He returned several moments later, and something round, cold, and pulsing was thrust into my pussy.

“If you’re a good girl tonight, I will fuck you. I will even allow you to come on my lips and anywhere else you wish if you manage to behave and do as you’re told.”

“Like a good little bitch?” I snapped while trying to stand, but he pushed his hand between my shoulder blades, shoving me back down on the counter. “Why even bother allowing me out of the room if you only intend to collar me on stage? You could easily just threaten your clientele without all the theatrics.”

“Because I need them to understand what it means for me to claim you. I need you also to realize that you’re mine, only. It seems easy for you to forget that fact and that I won’t share you with the Devil.”

Lucian lowered behind me while still easily holding me down. His tongue slid through the heated flesh of my apex, as pleasure pounded through my core violently.

I squirmed against his lips, causing a tremor to shoot through me as he found my clit, sucking it between his teeth before flicking it with his tongue in short, quick movements that took me straight to the edge of the orgasm he’d forbidden me from reaching.

“Lucian,” I whimpered as I gripped the counter I was pressed against harder.

He made indecent noises while he sucked my clit, cleaning my pussy where he’d made it drip with arousal from a need only he could sate. The denial of allowing me to come was agonizing. Lucian was knowingly edging me, and every few days, he’d let me orgasm for several hours until it became painful to do so.

“Mmm, you’re fucking delicious, Little Monster. I could drink your pussy for hours and never tire of tasting you come for me. You’re my favorite meal and dessert to consume.” His voice was lust dipped in sin that wrapped around me, driving my body to a pile of mush at his feet. “Finish getting dressed. No makeup tonight, Lena. I want to present you in your true form, with nothing to distract from your natural beauty.”

“Makeup enhances beauty,” I muttered, beyond frustrated with him.

I felt like a piece of meat that he and Lucifer were fighting over. Lucian wanted me at his feet, collared and owned. Lucifer wished to punish me and claim me, but there was more he wanted from me. They both craved ownership, but neither man spoke about loving me. I’d escaped death only to be surrounded by corpses.

“So it does, but some women don’t need it. You’re one of those women,” he muttered. “There will be others inside the club tonight that might act on Lucifer’s behalf, Magdalena. I want you to remain with Devlin and Erie tonight when I am dealing with the others. Once I have openly claimed you, you will go to Erie, who will guard you from Lucifer while I am otherwise occupied.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what transpired with my family, or why you allowed them to die without trying to prevent it from happening?” His emotions shut down, and his eyes turned hard while he watched me searching his face. “You can take down monsters, and even the Devil himself, fears you, Lucian. You could have prevented what happened to them, and you chose not to. I need to know why you did nothing to help them. Please.”

“Get dressed and behave tonight,” he stated, turning on his heel to exit the bathroom, leaving me standing deserted and alone.

Lucian hadn’t told me where I fit in his world, other than I was his. He expected me to stop allowing Lucifer to pull me to him. The thing was, I didn’t know how to keep it from happening. I also wasn’t stupid. I knew Luc wanted more from me than just to be his bride. He had ulterior motives, which I understood. He was the Devil, and if Lucian thought I craved him, then he didn’t know me at all.

Lucifer had ruined my life and ended it, literally. He’d impregnated my sister, which resulted in her death. Hell, they both had destroyed the life I had, yet they seemed to choose to forget their part in what had ultimately happened to me and what I’d become.

Lucian wanted to own me and to keep me at his side.

Lucifer wanted to marry me and make me the Queen of Hell.