Revealing the Monster by Amelia Hutchins

Chapter Nineteen

There’s a beauty in her violence and peace in her eyes. In all my time alive, I’d found nothing like her. Magdalena is wild, untamed, and imperfect. She’s the light in the darkness and the fire that heats my flesh. ~ Lucian

Lucian

Soft moans met my ears as I entered the human realm. I smirked, creeping toward the sultry vixen, making the delicious sounds. Lena’s eyes held mine when I stepped into the room. She was covered in a fine layer of sweat that beaded on her brow, causing the hair to stick to her face. I growled at my desire to run my mouth over her lower lips, painted in arousal, stroking her swollen pussy with my tongue until she pleaded for mercy.

“Such a messy girl.” I licked my lips, her hips moving as if I were already buried in her naked heat. “Do you need help to clean that up?” Her glare narrowed on me, sliding down the dry towel that clung to my hips. “You want to ride it? Beg me, and I’ll consider fucking you, Magdalena.”

“Die in a fire, dickhead,” she growled, yet her eyes had locked on my growing cock with hunger blazing in them.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours before I fuck it.” Her expression flared with heat, and a deep, trembling moan left her lips as her body tried to force the orgasm past the magic suppressing it.

It was an erotic thing, watching a person unable to reach climax, quivering violently. Lena’s body was flushed pink from the intensity and desire that rushed through her in crashing waves. My gaze dropped to her sex, noting the way her muscles tightened, begging to be filled.

Stepping forward, I pushed her legs apart, peering at her quivering pussy. The toy still hummed loudly inside of her core, and she was clenching those walls with the need to release continuing to build. Lowering my head between her silken thighs, I latched onto her clit, flicking it quickly with my tongue. Her scream filled the room, and I groaned before pushing my tongue through the deliciousness of her cunt, ensuring I made loud sounds that painted her cheeks red with embarrassment. I loved making her blush, knowing I gave her everything when I ate her pussy. The noises she made, combined with mine, were natural, even if she didn’t agree. My attention lifted to her face, and her eyes grew wider until they rolled back with pleasure from the intensity of my mouth buried between her thighs.

Her moans grew louder, sexier in volume. I chuckled as she reached for my hair, intending to yank my face back to her greedy pussy. I slid my tongue over my lips, barely containing the growl of need that rumbled from my chest at tasting her pleasure. Pushing my fingers into her tight pussy, I withdrew the still humming toy, setting it on the bed between her thighs. Tossing it aside, she gripped her hands on the blankets, needing to come. Her hips moved, enticing in their simple motion of need.

Lowering my lips to her pussy once again, I curled my hands around her thighs, slowly enjoying her cries of pleasure while I held her stare. Then, lifting my mouth far enough away for her to hear the words, I released her from the compulsion not to orgasm, but only that one.

“Come for me, Lena,” I growled, moving back down between her legs, ravishing her as she screamed, fighting against the intensity of the orgasm thrumming through her.

She was wild, and it was a good thing I’d locked my arms around her because she was screaming my name while trying to escape the pleasure of my tongue spearing into her pussy. I moaned loudly, sucking her sweet nectar as I continued forcing the orgasm to increase until tears were running down her face, and her sobbing turned into actual shrieking while she bucked against my hold, bruising my lips with her cunt.

“Gods damn, woman. You taste like you need to be fucked. Tell me to fuck you and mean it. I want to feel your walls around me, milking my cock while I drain my balls inside your haven.”

“Lucian,” she growled, her body still clenching and releasing. Her eyes were unfocused, and her rose-colored nipples pebbled as she continued to tremble while the orgasm refused to release its hold on her pleasure.

“That’s my name, Lena, but that’s not what I told you to say, though, is it?” I asked, climbing up her body to peer down into her hooded gaze. I teased her opening with my cock, already covered in her juices. “You won’t leave me, woman. I won’t ever permit it. You’re mine, now and forever.”

“Fuck me, please,” she whispered huskily. “I’m going to die if you don’t, asshole.”

“I wouldn’t allow that to happen, either. Not even death can take you from me now, sweet girl.”

I pushed into her tight channel, feeling it clamping down hungrily on my cock. Flipping onto my back, I forced her to take me deeper into her pussy, using her hips to rock her on my thick cock. Her perky tits bounced, the rosy buds tightening to painful tips begging to be tasted.

She was Heaven and Hell. Lena was every poem about love and pleasure that I’d ever heard recited. She was my calm, and I was her strength. We fit together as if we’d always been one piece that had found its way back to the other missing half, becoming one. Her eyes closed, and I tightened my hold on her hips, and they open to mere slits, parting her lips to utter my name like I was a saint, teaching her to sin. Maybe I was, and perhaps she was a rare prize I hadn’t won, but she was mine as much as I was hers, and we both knew it on a level so deep and profoundly life-altering that neither of us whispered it to the other. There was fear in opening up, exposing souls to someone else. Fear that once they saw all the dark and ugly parts, they’d back away and never wish to see them again.

I loved Magdalena, but she deserved more than words. I’d given in, saying the words to Katarina. I needed to give this woman, this little witch who had sacrificed everything for me, something more. She had burrowed into my world, and now I couldn’t imagine it without her. That was dangerous and terrifying. It was thrilling and horrifying that without her, I couldn’t breathe. One tiny witch had enthralled me, the biggest mother-fucking asshole who could destroy an entire universe without thinking twice about it, with her smart mouth and enough sass to last me a lifetime and more.

“You fucking dickhead,” she moaned, moving her hips. “I hate you. I fucking hate you, but I love you, too. You’re the most infuriating asshole on the planet!” Lena stared down at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. Only she could get off angry and cry while being so pissed off that her emotions became unhinged. I loved her crazy mind and the way it felt too deeply to process only one emotion at a time. 

Lena was never just anything. She was everything all at once, and I craved that from her. She got mad, and those tears escaped her tight hold. She’d be sad, but then she’d laugh in the middle of it over something else. Magdalena held all her emotions on her sleeve and didn’t care who the hell knew how she felt. When she wanted to be fucked, it was in her strut, her eyes, and the way she’d bite her bottom lip, smirking at the dirty shit playing out in her mind.

She rose onto the balls of her feet that were positioned on each side of me on the mattress, and placed her hands on my chest, lowering herself, then slowly rolling her hips. She lifted to my tip, forcing her pussy to clench tightly before dropping back down to the base, screaming as I grunted. My balls tightened, and I watched her repeating the movement, knowing this shit turned me on and pissed me off at the same time. I loved watching her stretch around my cock, forced to endure pain and pleasure while she seated me deep in her narrow channel. I knew it fucking burned when I was fully within her body, and I knew it ached for her to continue without me staying in her tight cunt.

I started to rise, intending to suck the taut pink nipples taunting me, but her hand landed higher against my chest, slamming me down. I lifted my eyes, finding hers filled with rage. A smile played on my lips before I grabbed her arms, tossing her onto the bed with a single move before painfully forcing my cock to the base.

“I didn’t give you permission to take control, Lena.”

“I wasn’t asking!” she shouted, yet she was soaked the moment I’d thrust into her. Lena may not admit it, but she loved being tossed around and fucked hard.

I thrust into her while holding her arms, bracing myself on her body to plunder her tight, wet pussy. My eyes held hers prisoner, forcing her attention to where I wanted it. She lifted her legs, taking me even deeper until I was thrusting against the one place she wanted me most. Magdalena fought me, trying to remove my hold from her arms so that she could have some control. I wasn’t permitting that to happen. Right now, she was mine, and I was the alpha male to her alpha female. I’d thought she was a beta when I had met her, but there was nothing meek or gentle about her, not unless she allowed you to see that side of her.

“Who is in charge, Lena?” I went still, allowing her to buck against me, giving us both pleasure with her wild movements and need.

“I am!”

“You’re not,” I laughed wickedly. “Now, be my good girl so that I can make you come on my cock,” I grunted, rolling my hips to meet hers as her eyes rolled back with pleasure.

She moaned.

She begged.

She gasped and swore.

She never took command of me.

Lena whimpered, pushing my body, trying to take back some semblance of control. It enraged me and turned me on. She fucking pushed my buttons as much as I pushed hers. Finally, I let go of the reins and slammed her body down, holding her throat to claim her lips. When her tongue slid against mine, something inside of me snapped.

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.

“I will do whatever is necessary to keep you. I will destroy anything that stands in my way or threatens your safety. Now get the fuck on the bed, and give me that ass, woman.”

She laughed, turning over to glare up at me with desire and anger burning in her pretty, glowing blue-green eyes. Her wings spread out behind her, and she rose to her feet, slowly backing up.

The idea of forcing her to allow me to do as I wished through compulsion turned me on, knowing she fucking liked the sadistic nature of me. I enjoyed not having to hide my sinister disposition from her or that I could return from murdering someone still covered in their warm blood, and she’d fuck me before I showered.

I stepped closer to her as she climbed onto the bed, turning her pretty ass toward me as an offering. I caught her smirk before she hid it from me. She’d regret presenting me with her ass with how pissed off I was that she’d changed my reclaiming into angry, violent sex.

Lena was total chaos. She was warm whiskey after a winter storm. Lena made anywhere I was; feel like home as long as she was there, too. It was a new feeling for me. I’d never felt it with anyone else before her. Her beauty had drawn me in, but that was only part of the reason I wanted this woman. I needed to feel this sensation that she created. I needed my home, and that was Lena.

“You ready to scream for me, witch?” I asked in a guttural voice.

“If you think you’re man enough to make me, prick.”

“I’m not a man, Lena. I’m your fucking monster. You wouldn’t be happy with some limp-dick human because he wouldn’t dare throw you down, and fuck you like your pussy was the battle he waged. You aren’t that sort of woman. You’re bred differently. You need pain and pleasure to get off, and a monster that isn’t afraid to play with yours. If you try to leave me again, I’ll take you to my palace and let you watch me destroy this world you love so much. There won’t be anything to come back to by the time I’m finished here. Now, be my good girl and do as you were told, so I don’t have to punish you. Well, not any more than I already intend to do, anyway.”

“You wouldn’t dare, Lucian.” Her eyes flared with anger, but there was fear in them, too.

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Lucian,” she whispered, but I heard the excitement in her tone.

“Shut up and come for me. When you’ve had enough orgasms, you can clean up your mess so that I can wreck your pretty, tight ass, too.” I’d wanted her ass, but I craved her pussy more. I craved it with a hunger that could never be satisfied, and I didn’t think she’d ever tire of me fucking her, either. My girl was a monster, one addicted to me as much as I was to her.