Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,136
given. You can’t force it.”
“I really wish you would shut the fuck up, Magdalena,” Lucifer snapped, shoving me backward until I tumbled on the bed. “I’ve tasted your pussy, and that wouldn’t have been something even I could have managed if you’d really loved Lucian. If your feelings for him were so fucking pure, then you would have seen the ruse of me pretending to be him. You didn’t, did you? No, that’s right. You rode my fucking lips while coming for me. I ate that pretty pussy until it wept all over my face.”
I swallowed, slowly righting myself on the bed. Lucifer watched me with heat burning in his gaze, his vines slowly escaping from his body to wrap around my legs. Barbs bit into my flesh, causing a strangled cry to leave my lips. I fisted my hand into the blankets on the bed and closed my eyes, lying back as he spread me wide.
“You weep so prettily, sweet one.” Hands gripped my ankles, and I yelped, feeling him pulling me apart. The vines wrapped around my thighs, tearing into the flesh as I screamed from the burning pain they created. “Your blood smells sweet, pretty girl. Do you intend to fight me or fuck me? I can’t tell because you’re crying, and yet you’re fucking wet for me. Aren’t you?” Lucifer asked, lowering his lips to trace them over the inside of my legs.
“Lucifer, stop. Please,” I whispered through my teeth, chattering against the debilitating pain.
Vines continued running up my body, leaving small tears in my skin until sticky blood caked my legs, stomach, and arms.
“Isn’t she the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen?” he asked, ignoring me while allowing Asmodeus to see his handiwork.
“I’ve seen much sweeter, Lucifer. If you intend to fuck her, do it quickly. Lucian will be here shortly, and when they come, they will take her. Not even the armies of Hell can stop him. I’ll return shortly. I suggest you fuck her out of your system, as she may not survive what is coming.”
The door to the room closed behind Asmodeus, and the pain of the barbs lessened immensely. I sagged against the bed, lying in the blood that stuck to my flesh.
His lips brushed my neck, and I closed my eyes against the pleasure that Luc’s touch created. I couldn’t ignore that he brought pleasure, or that I wanted to destroy him in the worst way possible.
“Lena, why didn’t you tell me about Pandora?” he asked, dropping soft kisses over my throat.
“I didn’t know who she was until a few days ago,” I admitted, unable to lie to him.
“But you now know it was her?” he pried, no longer hurting me.
He’d recalled the vines and lifted, staring down at my body. His hands softly stroked my sides as I trembled from pain and lust. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe it was merely Lucifer causing the reaction. Asmodeus had spelled me with a single whisper against my ear, one freeing the monsters within me.
“I need an answer, Magdalena.”
“Yes, it was Pandora. She asked me to come with her, to open a box she had hidden. She knew what I held inside of me, even before I did. She was at the graveyard when Joshua came to dig up my corpse. I’m sorry,” I said in a hoarse tone that exposed how dry my mouth was.
He studied me, turning as the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway echoed toward us. Lucifer picked me up, forcing me to straddle him as he bunched my dress behind my rear. He lifted with me in his lap, yanking down his pants as a sob slipped free from my lips.
“Shh, pretty girl. You’re safe for now,” he promised, as his hard, rigid length slid against my naked sex. “Moan, or we’ll be doing this for real, Magdalena.”
I stared at him, silently wondering what his game was here. I whimpered, and he growled, turning us on the bed. His eyes pleaded with me, and he turned to peer toward the door, slowly bringing his violet gaze back to mine.
“You’re going to have to come because that isn’t something Asmodeus would miss,” he urged. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. I didn’t think it would come to this. There’s a lot more happening than you are aware. Don’t hate me, Lena.”
His fingers found the ball of nerves at my apex, and he worked it into circles as the door opened, and he began pumping his hips.