Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,80

he waged. You aren’t that sort of woman. You’re bred differently. You need pain and pleasure to get off, and a monster that isn’t afraid to play with yours. If you try to leave me again, I’ll take you to my palace and let you watch me destroy this world you love so much. There won’t be anything to come back to by the time I’m finished here. Now, be my good girl and do as you were told, so I don’t have to punish you. Well, not any more than I already intend to do, anyway.”

“You wouldn’t dare, Lucian.” Her eyes flared with anger, but there was fear in them, too.

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Lucian,” she whispered, but I heard the excitement in her tone.

“Shut up and come for me. When you’ve had enough orgasms, you can clean up your mess so that I can wreck your pretty, tight ass, too.” I’d wanted her ass, but I craved her pussy more. I craved it with a hunger that could never be satisfied, and I didn’t think she’d ever tire of me fucking her, either. My girl was a monster, one addicted to me as much as I was to her.

Chapter Twenty

Some men needed a high-five in the face with a frying pan. Lucian was one of those men. ~Lena

Magdalena

Days went by, and Lucian still hadn’t released me from the bedroom. I’d spent this time stewing, watching him return from overseeing the club, only to be fucked senseless. Luckily, it usually ended with both of us exhausted, which left little time for fighting.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew what he was doing to me. Lucian was trying to keep me sated and tired while he was within the room, drained to nothing more than a boneless heap of blissfulness when he left it.

Today the melancholy was reaching a toxic level, and everything around me was muted. I’d been stuck inside my head since the moment Lucian had left the room. My mind raced, knowing what he’d done. Had he murdered my family himself? No. But he hadn’t prevented it from occurring, and he’d known it would happen. He’d chosen to do nothing, nor would he explain why he’d stood by and allowed demons to slaughter my coven and family.

I’d sacrificed my life for my family, too. I’d known that they would wind up caught between Katarina, Lucifer, and Lucian’s quarrel if I didn’t end the game. It was basic math, and even though I hated and had failed math, I’d done the simple addition in my head. If the situation hadn’t been addressed and completed, there would have been collateral damage that neither side would have minded. They didn’t care who was harmed in their fight or who suffered because of them. I did, which had ended badly for me.

I’d protected Lucian, but I’d also safeguarded my bloodline, which was everything to witches. We were taught that our lineage should be protected at all costs, even if it meant ending our own life to save others. It was why the witches clung to the Awakening in the first place. Life should have been simple. I ought to have taken Lucian’s advice, ran away, made pretty babies, and lived a mundane life as a human. I hadn’t, and now I was trapped in his bedroom, held prisoner with the Devil chasing me.

Instead, I’d slept with Lucifer, unknowingly, of course, but it still happened. I was in love with a man that wasn’t even human and what I’d thought impossible to be real. I still hadn’t been able to wrap my mind around that shit.

I’d created life and fallen in love with the idea of being a mother, knowing that it wouldn’t ever happen for me. I’d made one choice as Harbinger’s mom. And that had been to prevent him from suffering or becoming something that his father would have had to put down. I’d discovered my brother was alive, and he’d chosen to remain away from Lucian. Unlike the others of my kind, I couldn’t do that.

I was being held captive by the man I loved, the same prick repeatedly making choices for me. Lucian didn’t ask me or even consider that I may want something else. He continued to do what he thought was best, and those decisions were huge and held life and death matters. He’d protected the coven for me, knowing all along what he was going to do. So why do it at all?

It didn’t make sense, which made my brain