Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,87

deliciously smelling soap over my body, ridding it of Lucifer’s scent. I wasn’t stupid or fooled into dropping my guard. I could feel the anger radiating off Lucian in soft waves, slithering over my flesh in a warning. He was pissed off that I’d been with Lucifer, but it wasn’t like I’d gone to him willingly.

I grabbed the rose-scented shampoo, lathering it into my hair while he stewed behind me. He hadn’t spoken, but I didn’t need words to know what he thought. I had no reason to ask him what his problem was, just like he didn’t need me to tell him that I hadn’t asked his permission because it wasn’t warranted.

“Finish up and rinse Lucifer’s touch from your body,” he growled, stepping out of the shower into the steam rolling out of the stall. “You’re being presented to the club tonight as my Queen, Lena. I won’t have my guests catching that asshole’s scent on my woman. Do you understand me?” His angry, sexily rasped voice caused my thighs to clench with need.

“I understand, Lucian,” I replied, rinsing the soap from my hair before adding conditioner. Turning, I peered at where he stood outside the shower.

Steam billowed around him, drifting off of his body to add to the steam already filling the room. It was so thick that I could barely make out his pretty midnight gaze. His head tilted forward and followed the suds slowly dripping over my breasts. Or maybe he was looking lower? I couldn’t be certain with the room holding more steam than a sauna.

I washed every inch of my skin, scrubbing it until it was raw to eradicate Lucifer’s cinnamon and brimstone scent. I pushed my fingers against my clit, and I groaned with need from a single brush against the swollen nub.

How many days had it been without reaching climax? I’d lost count after he’d fucked me so hard and made me shatter to oblivion with the orgasms when he’d reclaimed me.

Once again, he had ordered me not to come in that foreign tongue, which meant I spent days fucking him, never climaxing until permitted to find release. Not that it wasn’t hot, or that those orgasms, when given, weren’t some of the strongest ones of my entire life. In fact, I was beginning to crave them more than the ones that came in between when he’d released me from the compulsion to come freely.

I was a masochist at heart, and we both knew it. I loved when he took control and owned my desire. He played my body like a musician, learning a song for the first time. Every chord he played, every hymn he hummed, and every music note ended in pleasure, and I would sing right along with him.

Wringing out my hair, I stepped from the shower and paused. Lucian was no longer inside the bathroom, and I could still hear the music playing from the other room. I reached for the towel, but my hand came up empty, my fingertips brushing over the cold metal hook where it should have been waiting for me. Fanning the steam away from my face, I turned to switch on the fan, but fingers curled around my throat, and I was forced back against the wall.

Lucian’s mouth crushed against mine, causing a gasp of surprise to escape me. His tongue brushed mine, demanding I kiss him back. Lucian’s long fingers lifted, four splayed against one side of my jaw, while his thumb applied just enough pressure to make pain burn from where he forced my mouth to open wider.

His other hand lowered, and before I could even think over what was happening, his foot made my legs spread wider, causing me to moan as he thrust his fingers deep into my aching pussy. He wasn’t gentle, nor did I want him to be. His kiss was angry, and his fingers mirrored it, punishing me.

My tongue slid against his, and our teeth clashed as he dominated me. His thumb worked small, short circles over my clit, mirroring his tongue’s movements inside my mouth. I could feel my arousal drenching his hand as I gasped and then cried out when he stepped back, leaving me empty and grieving for his touch. I panted, fighting to catch my breath, when he grabbed my hair, jerking my body around by it without warning.

I lifted my hands to stop the pressure he was causing on my scalp, but Lucian growled, slamming my upper half face down on