Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,94
do not know how brilliant you are or that your heart is what I crave most from you.”
“I hate that you always say the right thing, Lucian,” I muttered beneath my breath, realizing he’d hear it, anyway. His deep, rich chuckle forced my attention to where he looked at me with a knowing, heated gaze.
“You’re the most beautiful woman here. You’re also the most loyal and unwavering for things in which you believe. If I asked any of those women to change their views to be with me, they’d lie and agree with anything I asked of them. You’re not like that, though. You fight for those who are weaker and have been hurt. You hold on to your beliefs no matter that they don’t align with my own, and you challenge me daily. You’re also the most stubborn, hard-headed, obnoxious woman I have ever encountered, and I enjoy that about you, too.”
Tears pricked my eyes as we paused on the landing leading into the lower level. I could hear the bass from the spelled music below and felt my body growing compliant with every beat. My spine arched, and Lucian’s finger’s lowered to the curve of my back, brushing against the base, where he’d tattooed a single rune that allowed me to sense when someone was watching me from behind. It worked on everyone but him and Spyder.
“I will meet you on stage,” he announced, vanishing into thin air before I could argue with him for forcing me to walk to the stage alone.
Spyder moved to my side, and I rolled my eyes as Avenged Sevenfold’s Hail to the King started thumping throughout the club. I adored the band and had fucked Lucian to this very song more times than I could count. It fit him perfectly.
“You ready for this, Kitty?” Spyder grabbed my hand, pulling it to his lips, placing a soft kiss into my palm. “The room is filled with elite clientele and those known for gossiping and spreading rumors. I won’t allow you to suffer because you freed me. Nor be made out as a whore because you let me fuck you to break the spell.”
“I don’t care what they think of me, Spyder. Wolves do not worry over the thoughts of sheep. We simply eat them and rid ourselves of their mindset. I enjoyed fucking you and being shared between you and Lucian. I don’t regret it, and neither should you. It was an experience I won’t ever forget. I’m glad it was with you and not someone else. If this is to spare my reputation, it’s not necessary.”
“This isn’t for you, Magdalena. Tonight is for our guests so that they don’t end up murdered for trying to get to that naked kitten in your panties. They assume Lucian is finished with you, and the events of tonight will signify that he will never be done with you—ever, Kitty. You’re Lucian’s, and he’s claiming you as the queen of his kingdom. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure why or what it fully meant.
We started down the stairs slowly because I was certain Spyder was aware of my history with heels. I’d learned to live in the damn things lately, since everything Lucian had bought for me seemed to look sexier with high heels. My appearance enhanced his, and he expected me to compliment his attire when I was at his side.
When we entered the second floor of the club, the music changed. Theory of a Deadman’s rendition of Wicked Games started, and I recalled hearing it play before the world had burned to ashes around me.
I closed my eyes as the memories flashed through my mind, fed by the music playing. I swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall as I opened my eyes, holding Lucian’s stare.
I knew without needing to be told that Lucian also remembered the first time we’d made love here and had chosen this song on purpose. The day I’d spilled my guts and told him I loved him, he’d reacted badly, very badly. It had set off a chain reaction, landing me into the trap Lucifer and Katarina had been making.
Spyder and I walked forward, and my heartbeat began thundering against my ribcage. The entire assembly of patrons went silent, and all eyes were on me as I moved toward the stage. Spyder’s hold on my hand tightened, and I could feel his shadows wrapping around me in comfort.