Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,71
stasis, and that is where he will stay until I can get her to understand or end the threat Lucifer poses to him.” Glaring at Spyder, I shook my head.
“Go, she’s waiting for you.”
“I know she is,” I chuckled, but it wasn’t her body making me need to get back to her. It was to see her with my own fucking eyes, to see that she was still safe. Leaving her was an issue, one that fucked my head up since she slit her pretty throat in front of me.
I exited my office, moving through the club, feeling eyes on me every step of the way down the hall. I knew Lucifer was watching, and I also knew he wanted Lena for more than just to torture, too. He wanted her because she could love a monster. Lena was a different breed, one who didn’t let a rough exterior bother her.
She’d looked beyond my hardness, loving me regardless of my cold detachment. I’d put that girl through hell, and we were so close to the finish line. Once I was done here, and Lucifer was in a fucking cage, we’d finish what I had planned for Lena. We’d be free to live without worry or looking over our shoulders, waiting for the sky to fall.
Entering my bedroom, I grinned at seeing her spread out, covered in arousal. Her scent drifted to me, and I felt a twinge of regret at not smelling brimstone and sulfur. So I was a sadistic prick who took pleasure in fucking her hard and angry sometimes. She enjoyed it, too. Moving to the bed, I leaned over her, finding her eyes barely open as her lips parted, and a sultry moan escaped her throat.
“I’m going to kill you,” she whispered through parched lips.
“Why don’t you try to kill my dick with that tight, wet pussy of yours to start?”
“This is a new low, Lucian. Even for you!” she seethed, pumping her hips while following me with her heavily hooded eyes.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Magdalena. You look ready to be fucked, are you?”
“I needed you hours ago. Now I’m beyond caring, asshole.”
“Then I guess you won’t mind waiting until after I’ve showered, right?”
Chapter Eighteen
The most beautiful creatures tend to be the ones with nothing to lose. They’re free of restraints and no longer bound by a code in which they once lived. Lena, well, she is untethered, free of anything that could be taken from her. She doesn’t understand that I’m laying a foundation that will never crumble beneath her pretty painted toenails. ~Lucian
Lucian
Lena shifted her narrow hips, moving them up and down with blatant need. The arousal pooling between her thighs made my tongue burn to sample it. Her body was addictive, but her arousal tasted like a fine wine that should have been outlawed due to its sweet, deliciousness. The sounds she made caused my dick to jerk, knowing she waited for me to fill her until she fucking ached from it.
Reaching into my pocket, I withdrew the remote to the small toy that had been pulsing inside her all night. My finger slid over the button, taking in the way her body lifted from the mattress. Her sweet noises turned to moans, grunts, and plaintive cries for that orgasm she’d been denied while I saw to the needs of the club.
Striding closer to the bed, I removed my tie and smiled down at her hooded gaze. Her fragrance was heaven, bathed in sweat and pleasure that drew me in like a wolf scenting blood in the air.
I’d been drawn to her the moment I’d watched her peering up at the moon, seeking the darkness she craved. Lena’s mind was beautiful and as addictive as her curves. I missed the smell of her soul, but enough of it had been replaced that the gentle fragrance clung to her naked body. It was pure and uniquely her scent, which I loved.
This slip of a girl had shocked me, forcing me to want things I’d promised myself never to crave again. One taste of those innocent lips, and I’d fallen into the gentleness of her soul. I had Lena in every way possible, and yet I got excited each time I thought about being inside her tight pussy, fucking her hard, or even lying beside her while the world slumbered.
I’d never enjoyed sharing a bed with anyone, but with Lena I craved the simple things—the things most people took for granted until they were gone.