Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,37

I’d ever felt before.

“You find anything in the files?” he asked, his hand resting over mine.

“Only that the assumption is I am the key to you and Abaddon. Oh, and I am also the key to Hell, which is why it was fractured when I entered it. One key fits all doors. What in the hell were you guys thinking?” I leaned forward to kiss his chest again, inhaling his masculine scent of sandalwood, musk, and amber. “Is it bad that I want to stay inside this room tonight and just fuck you all night?” I asked, glancing up to find him smiling down at me.

“When the seal was created, its makers assumed it wouldn’t evolve, and no one would be stupid enough to fuck around with me. And to answer your second question, if it wasn’t opening night, you’d be tied to my bed, being railed into the mattress for that little taunt you did when I took you on the hood of that car you love so much.”

“I do love that car,” I teased, smirking up at the twinge of jealousy in his tone. I’d told him that I wasn’t sure which made my pussy clench harder, him or the car where he was destroying me. “But I also liked it more with you fucking me in the middle of nowhere. You, nature, and that god damned Bugatti Chevron. Mmm, I’m getting wet just thinking about your car again.”

“Imp, behave. I’d hate for you to be too sore to manage your first night as the Mistress of Chaos. What would our guests think if you arrived with me dripping out of that tight pussy, unable to walk right?” he growled huskily.

“That you showed me who I belonged to before releasing me into the crowd? I look better with your hands around my throat, and we both know it.”

“Tempting, woman,” Lucian murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against mine in a feather-soft kiss. “Get showered, and get your tight ass into something sexy. The club will be busy tonight. The line is already around the building, and it’s open to anyone brave enough to tread through demons to get here. Lucifer may try to reach you tonight. So remain vigilant, and I hope you didn’t screw up the lower level with your hostile takeover.”

“I needed something to keep my mind off other things, Lucian. You told me to put my mark on this place, so I did.”

He made a strangled sound deep in his throat, shaking his head. I didn’t move, knowing he was leaving the room after he’d finished dressing in his suit. I’d hoped to find the answers to our mating issues in the files, but nothing was documented about the furies ever claiming a mate.

“What happens if we break the bond and not the mating link?” Lucian’s shoulders dropped before he turned, eyeing me. He smoothed his hands over his crisp, white shirt that was striking against his bronze flesh. Silently holding my stare, he fixed the cuffs before pulling on the black suit jacket.

“We don’t know, Lena. I haven’t found anything that says the furies ever mated to another being. You claimed me and used the furies to achieve what you wanted. They don’t love or feel that emotion on any level; it’s new for them. You still hold human emotions because I forced the furies to free that part of you.”

“Yeah, I get that feeling when I say something is bad, and they freak out. They enjoy bloodshed and making me ravenous to use you in very bad ways. I also hate that in claiming you, I claimed Spyder. I need to make this right.”

“You’re an enigma to us,” Cupping my cheek, he leaned over and kissed my forehead before striding toward the door. He paused, turning to smirk at me. “I do hope you know what you’re asking of me. I won’t share you again. Not even with Spyder, Magdalena. You’re mine, and you have been since the moment I saw you staring up at the moon, looking so fucking lost that it awoke something within me I didn’t understand. I do now. You were created for me and only me. I’m not a hero, and you know that. You’re not the type of girl who wants a hero. You needed a villain who will destroy worlds for you. Girls like you are a rare breed that needs a monster to play with, revealing the monster within themselves.” Turning the doorknob, Lucian