Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,54

and a moan escaped as I pushed down onto his thick cock.

They were both hugely endowed, but Lucian was thicker, and he felt like home. He also knew exactly what I liked, which gave him an advantage over Spyder. His hands snaked around me, slowly rubbing his finger over my clit as he sat back. One hand cupped my throat, bearing down as a tremor rushed through me, throbbing in my clit.

“Lucian,” I whispered. My body clamped down around his, unable to ignore the pleasure of his touch and ownership. Spyder liked to manhandle, but Lucian held control.

Everything Lucian did was calculated. Every single motion of his hips was to lift me so that I’d slam his thick cock against the place within me that he owned. The slow, circular movements of his fingers were exactly what it took to make me come for him. He was barely moving, yet he had complete control of both of us.

I rolled my hips, closing my eyes against the pleasure he created. Whimpering his name, I spread my body further apart for him. His fingers stretched across my throat, and then he stood with me, still impaled on his dick. He slammed me against the table, pulling my hair back, showing me to Spyder, who drank his whiskey, watching Lucian fuck me from behind.

“Damn, that look she gets right before she comes could turn a saint into a sinner,” Spyder murmured, leaning back to peer at me over the rim of his glass.

I lowered my gaze, moaning as Lucian fucked me hard in an unforgiving manner meant to remind me to whom I belonged. As if I’d forget that shit? I whimpered and glanced at Spyder as he fisted his rigid cock, stroking it to the rhythm in which Lucian was thrusting within me. My eyes rolled back in my head as Lucian slammed against my sweet spot.

Lucian hammered into me hard, punishing me. I wasn’t stupid. He may like watching me get fucked, but he was one hundred percent alpha, and I was his to break. He wanted Spyder to see and know the difference between him fucking me and Lucian owning me. Not that he or I needed a reminder, but I was going to enjoy every single moment of him proving his point. He held me there, grunting as I lifted my legs and tipped my pussy to take him deeper.

“Fucking hell, Lucian. Fuck me! Harder,” I hissed through clenched teeth, feeling my body already heading toward the next climax. He didn’t need me to scream that I was his; he knew it. We all did. I’d been created for him alone. He didn’t grant my release as I bucked against him.

“You come, and I will fuck you like this in that tight little ass,” he warned raspingly, removing the butt plug, and I shuddered at the loss of it. “Clean your mess off my cock and finish your drink. Then, after you’ve done both, place your hands on the table, and wait to see which one of us fucks your greedy hole next. What do you think, Lena? Think you can take that cock with all its piercings in this tight ass of yours?”

“If that is what you want.”

My body screamed for Lucian to finish the orgasm his body had promised me, but he chuckled darkly and stepped back. My thighs clenched together, and I knew he observed me fidgeting for him, needing him to fuck me more.

Reaching for the glass, I knocked it back in one drink, shifting my gaze to Spyder, who refilled my cup, nodding at it. He did this several times, and I winced as the warmth of the amber liquid washed through me. I doubted this was normal whiskey, and I had a feeling they were planning something that was about to destroy my body and mind.

Lucian’s fingers brushed against my spine as Spyder rose from his chair. I was turned to face Spyder, who leaned closer to my lips, teasingly touching his to mine. He picked me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist while my arms slid around his neck. Lucian’s hard body pressed into me from behind, and I felt his cock pushing against my ass.

“You ready to play with both of us, Kitten? Let’s see how well you do now. There’s no tapping out and no pleading for mercy. As I showed you before when you were coming all over my face, I have no mercy. Neither does