Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,88
the marble sink. Placing my palms against the cold surface, I tried to turn around, but his hand landed on my naked ass cheek hard, punishingly. I whimpered, crying out as it struck once more, and then again. Fingers rubbed against the sore flesh, but only momentarily before he did the same to the other side.
“You disobeyed me again, Lena.”
“It wasn’t my choice to do so,” I groaned, rocking my backside for more.
His deep laughter filled the room before his hand landed again, the sound echoing as he spanked me. I whimpered from the pain, shivering at the burn of the handprint he’d surely left on my cheek. His fingers slowly trailed up my spine, dancing their way to my hair. Sliding them through the wet strands, he twisted them, yanking my head back. I moaned loudly, sensing the other hand cutting through the air before it slapped my other cheek painfully.
“I don’t believe that any more than you do.” He lowered his mouth and brushed it against my shoulder, trailing a scorching path to my throat. Lucian kissed the side of my neck, creating pleasure, even though his hand continued punishing my ass. “Lucifer can only take you if you’re open to him. That means you’re allowing the Devil to bring you into his realm. You are mine, not his. Only mine, Magdalena,” he growled, nipping the skin on my throat in warning.
His fingers slid through the slickness between my thighs, and two entered me hard and fast. I whimpered, rocking against him while he spread them inside my aching pussy. Lucian was mad, which meant everything he did was to create pain and then pleasure. He didn’t allow me to come, but I knew it would be earth shattering and brutally euphoric when he did.
“This is mine, isn’t it?” he asked through a voice heavy with gravel.
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.
He released my hair, lifting my hips, forcing me to balance on the counter. His cock pushed against my pussy, brushing along my entrance while I waited for him to fuck me hard and fast. The tip of his dick shoved into my body, and when I started to move back, so did he.
“I didn’t tell you to fuck me, did I?” he snapped, causing my eyes to widen at the tone of his voice. “If I wanted you to slide down my cock, I’d have fucking told you to do so, witch. Now, be a good girl, and put your face down flat on the counter, and leave this needy pussy where it is.”
“Lucian,” I growled, fed up with the attitude and how he was using my body lately. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I know what you need and what you want. You should have thought about that before I returned to find you whispering that bastard’s name from your pretty pink lips. I scented your readiness for him, Lena. That means he smelled your pussy dripping for him, too. Do you want him?”
“No,” I replied honestly. “He’s beautiful and deadly. I’m not blind, Lucian. Nor am I immune to the angel of sin, which he is. That doesn’t mean I want to fuck him, asshole. It means I’m a red-blooded woman with a working libido. The thing is, I choose you. I’ve always chosen you over anyone else. I have no intention of fucking the Devil.”
“He doesn’t know that, though, does he? You are allowing him to think he stands a chance with you. It won’t end like you think it will, woman. He won’t care if you’re willing or not when he comes for you. Lucifer will try to take you, and it isn’t a question of if he will make a play for you; it’s when,” he growled, slamming into my body, causing it to burn painfully from being stretched too far, too fast.
He withdrew just as quickly as he’d entered me. Lucian grabbed my waist, lowering me to the floor before he spun me around, glaring at me. His hand threaded through my hair, jerking my head back before he sucked against the thundering pulse at the hollow curve of my throat. His nose brushed against my collarbone, and then he moved away from my body.
“Do not fucking move,” he warned thickly, his tone raspy and filled with gravel while his dark stare held mine trapped within his endless galaxies of stars.
Lucian left the bathroom, only to return carrying a dress and other items in his hands. He exited once more, returning