Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,19

destroy me. I wanted it more than I wanted air. I watched some stranger sucking his cock, and I wanted to be that girl. I wanted to bury his cock in my throat and swallow every fucking drop of his come until he begged me for mercy.”

Lucian’s teeth ground together loudly, glaring at me while I continued riding him. Lucian slammed his cock into me, smiling as I gasped at the pain. We both knew it was the bond, but it didn’t make it easier. He was punishing me, and I intended to love every moment of his roughness against my body.

“You think I’m the same girl that you met outside my ancestral home. I’m not. You corrupted me. You fucked me in front of an audience, and I fucking liked it,” I admitted, as his eyes narrowed on me. “I got off after I left you by imagining what they saw when you fucking owned me for the first time. I pleasured myself while picturing you fucking me on that stage, making me beg you to come. I got so wet that I could drown your ass between my thighs, prick. You made me yours, and I’d never felt so free in my entire life. I liked them watching you play with me, knowing they could never touch me because I was already yours.” I lifted slowly, rocking all the way back down to his base. “You liked it too, didn’t you? You liked them seeing your fingers stretching my pussy, preparing my body for you as I sat on your lap. That’s why you did it, wasn’t it? You enjoy making people crave what belongs to you, and only you.”

“You never told me that,” he accused, his jaw clenching with his desire to throw me down and dominate me. It was in his genetic makeup, the need to own and dominate. It was who he was and what had attracted me to him.

Lucian wasn’t a Dom; he was just naturally dominant. But there was also a side of him that played and catered to an audience. He’d spread my body for that room, showing them my most private part, and then he’d forced me to ride his fingers while they’d watched us. I’d come three times later the next day, alone inside my cabin. I’d imagined him using me in the same room with those people, them begging him to taste me, and him denying them as he fucked me.

“And admit that I actually liked it? That it turned me on? I was naïve, and I thought it wasn’t right to have an audience. I was a prude witch, and you liked that about me. You enjoyed corrupting that sweet little girl that hadn’t ever had an orgasm.”

“You’re fucking damn right I did,” he chuckled, slamming up to meet my descent. “You were so fucking easy to corrupt, just begging to be freed of that propriety in which you clung. I enjoy your dark side, but I don’t like sharing you or it with anyone else, Lena.”

“I’m not that naïve girl you first met, Lucian. I’m yours. You know that. I want this with you. Right now, I’m fucking you and wishing Spyder was here with us. I know that isn’t me. I’m fully aware that it’s the bond working. I want it gone so that it’s just you and I in here.”

“You really shouldn’t say shit like that when you’re riding my cock, Lena,” Lucian warned, his eyes burning with the fiery flames of his soul. “You only want it because you don’t want to see him hurt.”

“Spyder shouldn’t be punished for protecting me,” I argued, slowing my hips to cup Lucian’s face between my palms. “And neither should we be, anymore. I knew I wanted you from the first moment our lips met. I fought it, and I am not the least bit sorry that I lost the fight to you. From the first time you kissed me, that delicious taste of darkness that came with your kiss told me I was utterly fucked. After you took me to heaven inside that club, I knew I’d want no one but you again. I’d have sold my soul to Lucifer for another taste of your lips, and I wouldn’t have regretted it one bit. That’s how screwed I was the day I first met you, Lucian. I looked into your eyes, and I saw my future with you. I didn’t even know your name, but I knew