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

He positioned himself behind me, his hands tilting my head back, and his thumb trailed over my mouth as I looked up at him. I ran my tongue against his thumb, and his jaw clenched when I took it into my mouth, sucking his finger.

“Good girl,” he growled in a rough, gravelly tone that seemed to wrap around me.

He replaced his thumb with the thick tip of his cock, running the velvety soft skin over my lips. I caressed it with my tongue and heard him gasp when I licked the bead of come that had escaped. I felt his eyes on me, watching as I fought against the chains, needing more control than they allowed.

Lucian leaned over, fanning his breath across my stomach, forcing more of him into my mouth as he slid his fingers through the mess of arousal he’d created. Without warning, he thrust forward, entering my throat until I groaned around him as he buried himself to his base. His deep, husky chuckle filled the room as he slowly pulled out an inch, thrusting forward again.

“Fucking hell, you’re so wet for me, Lena. Have you been this wet the entire time?” he asked, not expecting a reply since he was fucking my mouth.

I drew my tongue in circles over the sensitive underside of his thick, pulsing cock. His fingers entered my pussy, and I moaned around him, hollowing out my cheeks while sucking him off. He withdrew his fingers, placing his hands on the insides of my legs while he went harder against my mouth.

My thighs clenched with need, hating that his sounds of pleasure created a fire in my belly. Lucian’s position gave him full control, forcing me to take what he gave without complaint. The salty taste of him turned me on, knowing that if I could see his face, there would be the look of pleasure burning in his gaze that I craved from him.

Lucian didn’t slow down, pumping his hips mercilessly as he fucked the tight channel of my throat. Black dots filled my vision, swimming in it as he forced me to take what he gave. His heated breath fanned my needy core, causing a pulse to thrum in my pussy. I moaned as he slid his tongue between the lips of my sex, lapping at the arousal coating it. I lifted my knees, and my ass rocked to escape the pleasure he was creating.

My clit was already swollen from rubbing against it in my need of release from the past few days. Every inch of my body was sensitive from the endless state of arousal he’d forced on me. He laughed as I wiggled away from him, swallowing him repeatedly with the need to drain his cock. My teeth skimmed his skin, and he latched onto my clit, pounding even harder into my mouth, and I gagged as he hit something deep in my throat.

Lucian backed up, peering down at me while he pushed harder, deeper into me. His eyes turned back to the glowing blue that exposed his true nature. His fingers pumped into me, and I groaned as he forced his way into my pussy. My back arched, and a scream fought to escape past the cock that took up every inch of room in my throat.

My body started shaking, but Lucian just watched me sucking his cock. It wasn’t until tears started escaping my eyes from how far he stretched my throat that he acknowledged he was choking me. I didn’t need air when the furies joined us, but without them, I did. I started going limp as he withdrew from me, leaning down to kiss my lips.

“How much do you need to come right now, Lena?”

“More than I needed air with your cock fucking my throat, asshole.”

He snorted, moving around to the other side of the bed. I spread my legs apart for him and reveled in his expression while he took in my state of need. I lowered my hands, smoothing them down my body, and the sight enthralled Lucian.

He studied my face, knowing that I was beyond caring how I looked. His magic has prevented me from self-soothing, so I needed to come, and I needed to do it now. He settled between my thighs, slowly kissing the inside of my leg until his mouth hovered over my core. His fingers slid over and around my opening, drenched in an embarrassing amount of arousal.

“You should see yourself through my eyes, so fucking gorgeous and ready to be fucked. Beg me to fuck you, Lena. Tell me you’re my good girl, who needs to be fucked like a naughty, disobedient pet.”

“Fuck you,” I growled, yipping, as he bit playfully into the flesh of my thigh. “You’re infuriating!”

He laughed. The fucking asshole laughed before his mouth descended on my pussy. Lucian devoured it until I was screaming with the impending orgasm that refused to come. Tears leaked from my eyes, and I bucked against him, forcing him to slide his arms around my thighs, holding me in place while I thrashed on the bed.

A sob exploded from my lungs as I closed my eyes. I blocked Lucian out, fighting the pain from denial while he devoured me. It wasn’t pleasurable. It was torture, causing an endless ache that pulsed against my swollen clit. My nipples had hardened, and sweat beaded on my throat while he lapped hungrily against my pussy. His power withdrew from the room, but it didn’t stop the ache from the orgasm that refused to break free.

My body started to go lax, as it had once the pain became too much to handle from the endless state he’d forced me to endure. He lifted away from my pussy, slowly climbing my body to peer down into my gaze. He cupped my face between his hands, forcing me to look at him.

The look flaming in his eyes told me he was aware of what I felt and the pain that should have been pleasure. Pain with pleasure was one thing, but without it, it was merely torture. He slowly pushed into my body, lifting me with him until I straddled his powerful thighs. I whimpered at how far he stretched me, creating a burning sensation inside of my walls, which clenched against his cock.