Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,134

pot. I bet it’s magical, isn’t it? A magical snatch, huh? One created by the Goddess of Magick to lure unsuspecting males in, trapping them in the vise before they even realize you’ve done it. Is that what it is? Part your legs, and show me what they have tasted, woman.”

“How about no?” I snapped, glaring daggers at him.

“Part her thighs for me, my pretties,” he growled, speaking to the furies within me as he slowly pushed off the wall, walking toward me.

Panic ripped through me as my legs were parted, covered by nothing more than the flimsy dress I wore. Asmodeus grabbed one breast, testing the weight of it in his palm. His thumb swiped over my nipple, chuckling wickedly as the peak hardened from his touch.

I held his stare, hatred and fear mixing into a glare that had him smiling in response. His lips lowered to brush against my ear.

“Can I fuck you? I hear you enjoy it, and even allow others to join you and Lucian in your chambers. I can show you Heaven, or I can show you Hell, little girl. I think you might even enjoy Hell. You strike me as the type of woman who fucks as hard as you fight.”

“You have a hand that would be more responsive to your cock than I will be. Use it and leave me alone. Or do you like forcing women to fuck you? Is that the only way you can get them on that dick of yours, Lust?” I challenged, watching as his lips jerked into a devastating smile.

“I am Lust in the purest form, Magdalena Fitzgerald. I am your darkest desire, and I am your most forbidden fantasy. I am what every male craves to be and what every woman craves them to become. You are wet for me. I can smell you and know exactly where and what you want me to do to you. I know because I am the emotion burning through your needy cunt right now. Those pulsing walls—they clench because I’m near. When you are wet, it is because I ensured women could become slick so that men weren’t forced to fuck a paper bag in the guise of a pussy. No one would enjoy sex if women weren’t wet enough to be pleasurable. Of course, I could have made it a useless piece of flesh, other than birthing a babe, but with the fallen wanting something off-limits to be sin, I forwent my first choice.” His fingers slid over the inside of my thigh, slowly trailing dangerously close to my sex.

I could feel it—the power Asmodeus held over my need. My body couldn’t ignore who or what he was. Asmodeus was a crowned Prince of Hell and one of the strongest commanders of Hell’s Army. He was also the one that Erie had claimed to have kept in her freezer.

My stomach clenched with his husky laughter that tickled along my neck. His teeth pulled at my earlobe, and a sharp pain stole a yelp of surprise as he bit into my delicate flesh.

“Do you think Lucian would still want this body without what lives within you? I can sense his seal, woman. It isn’t you that Lucian and Lucifer want, is it? It’s what you house inside of you that call to them.” Startling blue eyes met mine as he pulled back, settling between my thighs. “You house Lucian’s seal, and therefore he wants you close to him so that he knows where it is at all times. The furies I created to guard the seals worked out in his benefit, but you can’t fucking feel me. That son of a bitch had you custom made for his dick, didn’t he?” he asked coldly. He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look down at where his fingers pinched my sex, but I hadn’t felt it at all. “You’re not immune to me, not entirely. I could fuck you, and you wouldn’t feel me. Who brought you back?”

“Hades brought her back, asshole. Now, let her poor pussy go. Lena is a lady; treat her as such, brother.” Lucifer watched me from the doorway, his bright, vibrant gaze sliding over my body while Asmodeus stood, turning to look over his shoulder. The Devil leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his naked chest. “Finally found a woman you can’t charm, Lust?”

“I could shut that part down and allow the furies to lead her corpse about, asshole. I’d be careful,