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

“Is that all you got, Lena?”

I grabbed for the chain he held, pulling on it as I growled in frustration while he stared at me with knowing eyes. “You’re a fucking prick. You think you can lock me up?” I let my wings unfurl, and they tore the shirt from my body. His eyes lowered to my breasts, a wicked smile spreading over his full, luscious mouth. “I am not your fucking pet, asshole. I will not be locked up, do you hear me? You cannot cage me!”

“You’re caged right now, aren’t you? You sat inside this room like a good little bitch for me. If I wanted you caged, Lena, you’ll be fucking caged. If I wish for you to be on your knees sucking my cock while you choke on it, you will fucking take it. If I want your body spread out on the bed so that you’re available for me to fuck, you will be. You’re in my world, not yours. Your world is gone. I know because I’m the asshole who watched it fucking crumble and lit the match, ensuring it burned to ashes.”

I flew at him, slapping his beautiful face as unchecked tears trailed down my cheeks. A sob ripped from my throat brokenly. I reached up, shredding his shirt to reveal his impressive body. Lucian grabbed my wrists, slamming me against the wall, hard. Sheetrock cracked beneath my back, poking against my spine as Lucian glared down at me.

“You think you can actually hurt me? You can’t. You don’t seem to grasp the gravity of what is coming for you. You believe yourself to be free, but you’re not. You haven’t been free since the moment you walked into my club and kicked Linda out, sealing your fate with mine. I told you that if you chose to stay, you would be with me forever. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could fuck you out of my system. You’re not the kind of girl that could ever be replaced because you’re a fucking addiction that hums through me like a drug.”

“I never agreed to be your fucking pet, Blackstone,” I snapped back. His hand lifted, curling around my throat as he smirked down at me devilishly.

“I never asked you to be a fucking pet, Magdalena. I asked you to be on your best behavior for one fucking night. I was dealing with shit that you set into motion by agreeing to the terms of the fucking Goddess of Night and the God of the Underworld. I was protecting you, and you were too busy running headlong into fucking danger.”

“Five days! You left me here for five fucking days on my own,” I returned, pushing him away from my body.

He slammed against me, laughing wickedly as I growled from between his massive frame and the wall. I gripped his suit, glaring at him as we both breathed heavily.

“You’re immortal, and five days is nothing when you have eternity,” he snapped. Recapturing my hands with one of his, he pressed his forehead against mine. “Get the fuck over it, Lena.”

“Get over it?” I snarled, fighting against the hold he had on me.

Deep, rich laughter bubbled from his chest as he used his other hand to press against my core. My chest rose and fell from the utter frustration I felt.

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” he asked softly.

“You assume I should respond to shit as an immortal, but I have only been one for a few fucking minutes, Lucian. You expect me to trust you, but you won’t trust me. Trust is built on a foundation, and mine is crumbling.”

“So build it back stronger. You’re not weak, Lena. You’ve never been weak. You never stay down, ever. You get back up because it’s ingrained into the very fiber of who you are. A man’s world starts with a woman because she’s a solid foundation. She is a home which he returns, knowing it is a safe place to rest his weary bones. Anything you give her, she strengthens. She may shake your world up and break your foundation, but only because she needs to rebuild it to fit herself beside the man she’s chosen. That is what you are to me.”

“I know,” I whispered, leaning my head against his chest as a sob escaped me. “I know what I am to you. I know because I feel the same about you. You’re my forevermore, Blackstone. You’re my light in the darkness and the storm which rages around me. You’re my comfort and my safety. You make me whole.”

He released my hands, cupping my face, forcing my gaze to meet his. My stomach tightened, finding his eyes bare of his shields. He nodded slowly, slamming his mouth against mine, causing a sob to escape my throat. The kiss was earth-shatteringly beautiful, as if we’d never get another one in this lifetime.

Lucian lifted me, turning me toward the bed, then paused, tearing his lips from mine to look at what remained of the mattress and covers. A dark eyebrow rose with a silent accusation burning in his pretty stare.

“It offended me.”

“Apparently,” he grunted in frustration. Tilting his head, he peered around the room, then dropped me and smiled. “The floor it is, Lena. Get on your fucking knees, and suck.”

“Gods, you’re so romantic, asshole.”

“You’re in trouble, Lena. You disobeyed me, and now I’m going to punish you for it. On second thought, get your ass on that ruined bed. Lie on your back and open that pretty mouth of yours.”





Chapter Twenty-Seven




Lovers are blind idiots that never realize what they have until it smacks them in the face. ~Lena



I licked my lips, and Lucian watched as I meandered around the ruined bed, lying on the only spot that hadn’t been destroyed. Lucian’s eyes burned with a vibrant blue glow that pulsed with the sound of drums. Like Erie, something within him pounded like a war drum.