Playing with Monsters (26 page)

Chapter Thirty-Three

I got into bed as Lucian directed. That much I was willing to do; however, I couldn’t bring myself to strip down to my birthday suit with all those people in the room on the other side of the window. I felt vulnerable without Lucian, unprotected. Somehow, letting Lucian fondle me and show off my bits to the crowd seemed all right as long as he was there. I wasn’t sure if it was from the burn of the Harvest spell, or if it was just him lowering my inhibitions and letting him do what he wanted. My eyes moved to the couple, who were back in their corner and watching me closely, as if they’d assumed I was going to give them another show. She’d changed positions, and my eyes moved to where their bodies joined. His fingers slowly rubbed her clitoris and even though I knew I should, I didn’t look away from them. There was something erotic about watching it happen, the way her hips swayed as they moved to a slow beat.

I jumped as the door opened and Lucian walked in, his eyes moved over me and then to the room beyond the glass. They paused on Elaine before moving on as he walked to the window and touched it. I expelled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding as the clear glass changed to a mirrored surface. I felt relief with being granted privacy from the crowd of voyeurs. It also allowed me to ignore the fact that his ex was in that room too.

“You’re not naked; I’m guessing you’re not as attached to the dress as I’d assumed. Pity, you look so fuck-able in it.”

“It’s cold in here without you,” I fibbed. It wasn’t cold; as a matter of fact, the spell was making every part of me burn and some places were throbbing uncomfortably. He moved to the chair and gave me a somewhat amused, knowing smile.

“It’s about to get really hot, Lena; now fucking strip,” he ordered as he turned the chair around and sat in it as his eyes dared me to disobey him.

“Make me,” I replied, unsure why I wanted him to undress me himself, but I did. I moved from the bed as he stood up, his eyes noting every minuscule move I made. He was the hunter, and I was his prey. I moved around the bed, using it to keep away from him.

“You don’t know how much I want to fuck you, little witch, or how badly I want to hear you scream, or you wouldn’t be taunting me,” he rumbled huskily.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” I laughed and darted away from him as he moved around the bed. “You use intimidation a lot, don’t you?” I continued, recklessly. “You know you can’t scare me.”

“Is that so?” he asked as something moved behind his eyes and his smile was predatory. I moved right before he lunged, but not fast enough. One minute I thought I had the upper hand, and the next I was pressed against the wall with my hands pinned tightly above my head, and my legs wrapped around his waist. His eyes smiled, even though his lips didn’t. “Caught you,” he growled before he allowed me to slide down his body, making sure I noticed how hard he was already as he pressed his erection against my belly.

“So you did,” I whispered as I chewed at my bottom lip. “What happens now?” I asked as the coil he’d created in my belly tightened.

“Now I claim what’s mine.” He lowered his mouth to my neck and kissed my rapidly beating pulse softly. “Scared of me now, witch?”

“Terrified,” I whispered breathlessly as I felt his hands moving to the hem of my dress.

“You should be,” he replied as he lifted the dress, revealing my nakedness to his greedy eyes. “By the time I’m finished with you, there’s going to be nothing but a quivering mess left.” He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. As his hungry mouth devoured mine, he picked me up and carried me to the bed, pulling his mouth away from mine, and tossed me on it. “Take the shoes off,” he demanded, and I sat up, removing them and the stockings, feeling a rush of uncertainty at what I was about to do.

This man was wild, bossy, and an outright asshole when he wanted to be. He admitted that he wasn’t a nice guy, and didn’t care about much of anything. He could have any girl in this place, and he wanted me. That made me pause, knowing his ex was in the other room, beautiful as a porcelain doll; and he wanted me, why?

“Stop that,” he growled as he took in my face, which probably had turned into a frown. “Stop thinking for tonight, Lena, just forget tonight. You can’t change what happened.”

He thought I was thinking about the Awakening. He thought my frown was about that, and not being selected. I should have let him assume that was the problem, but I didn’t. “Why me? You could have anyone in this place, and yet you want me.”

“Because, Lena, no one has the same light in their eyes. A little bit of sunshine mixed with a whole lot of hurricane. Most of those women out there? They don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves, but you do. You’re a fucking flower in a war zone, one that grows brightly even in the midst of chaos and destruction. You’re different than the others; you’re a fighter. You shine from the inside out, and that isn’t something that can be bought or faked.”

Tears filled my eyes and I shook my head, refusing to let them fall. “I’m not all shiny,” I argued.

“No?” he asked as he began removing his shirt. “I’m surrounded by beautiful people every fucking day and so many are nothing but shallow, empty, pathetic creatures. You’re the second woman in my life that I’ve ever truly cared about, and I fucking hate that I do care, Lena. I shouldn’t care about you, because I work damn hard at remaining detached from those around me. Yet you walk in here with that sexy-as-fuck dress, and everyone else pales under the beauty that escapes from inside you. And you kicked out the serving girl, because you want someone as fucked up and twisted as me to teach you how to get fucked.” He snorted. “How fucked up is that?”

“I think you need glasses,” I laughed.

“Maybe you need glasses,” he retorted as he undid his pants and my eyes latched on to his massive cock as it bounced free from the confinement of his slacks.

“Nope, the eyes work a little too well,” I smirked. I swallowed as I took it in, noting that it still hung to the right, even when hard. “I don’t think that’s ever fitting inside of me. That thing is huge.” I blanched as my thoughts came out of my mouth unfiltered.

“It’s going to fit,” he replied with a cocky smile as he moved onto the bed and pushed me down abruptly, using his eyes to keep me there once he had. “
Everywhere
,” he grunted, making sure I understood what he meant by everywhere.

“You sure about that?” I whispered, losing my bravado and feeling the heat begin to swirl inside of me, like a vortex. “I’m thinking we might have a problem getting him in.”

“Positive. I need for you to let me know if you’re on birth control?” he continued as he spread my legs apart, taking in the wetness his heated gaze created as his eyes inspected me.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I told you; no pretty babies.”

“That you did, I also seem to remember you telling me to go have pretty babies,” he smirked as if he had some inside joke only he knew about as he lowered his mouth and kissed the inside of my thigh before doing the same to the other.

“No babies,” I whimpered as I let my legs fall apart, as I felt him smile against my thigh. “What about diseases?” I asked, hoping it didn’t ruin the mood, but the man ran a sex club. It was a valid question.

He laughed huskily as his eye went alight with laughter. “Trust me; I can’t give or catch anything. I’m protected from STDs; think of it like a supernatural STD repellent.”

“Good to know,” I replied as his mouth touched my flesh again, making me forget about anything but what he was doing.

“Good, because I want nothing between us when I make you mine.” He nipped my thigh, pulling a surprised shriek from me. “Play with your pussy, Lena,” he commanded, and without a second thought, I moved my hand to rub myself in the place where I wanted him. My fingers moved through the slickness he’d created and my eyes moved to his as heat accumulated in his midnight eyes. His hand came up and captured mine, pushing it hard against my pussy, pulling a moan from my parted lips. His eyes moved to where our hands worked my swollen flesh, and then lifted to mine as I watched his. “Bloody hell, woman, I’m not sure I can wait to fuck your sweet flesh.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered, and watched as he smiled.

“If tattoo asshole was feeling what I am at the idea of filling this sweet flesh, it’s no wonder he didn’t last more than a fucking minute. I actually feel sorry for that prick. I’m pretty sure your body would tempt a fucking saint to become a sinner.”

“You talk too much,” I replied, and he grunted. He pushed my hand away and pushed his fingers deep inside of me, filling me until I thought I would explode.

“Use them; I need you wet and stretched to fit me inside you,” he ordered. He moved up closer to me, which sent his fingers deeper, a calculated move that was meant to make me feel them more. “Move your hips, fuck my fingers for me, Lena, show me what you plan to do to my cock when I claim your pussy,” his eyes watched what I was doing with a hungry intensity and I followed his lead, crying out as I watched him pull them out before pushing them back in harder. Muscles I didn’t even know I had burned with his invasion.

His mouth found mine, and his teeth grazed my lip before he caught the bottom one and latched on. Pain shot through me, heading straight to where his fingers worked my pussy. He released it, only to do it again until I was riding his fingers in a feverish hurry. “That’s it, good girl. Come for me, Lena, show me how much this pussy wants to get fucked by me,” he encouraged and lowered his head to nip at my nipple, sucking the puckered flesh between his teeth.

I exploded, back arching off the bed, whispering curses as my body detonated and shattered as he continued to move his hand and his thumb kept moving in a circular pattern against my soft nub.

“Bloody hell, you’re so fucking tight. Such a greedy little thing,” he crooned as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, allowing the orgasm to continue until I was trembling and crying out his name.

The moment the tremors subsided, I expected him to get on top, but nothing was that easy with Lucian. He smiled as he watched me gain my sight back and I whispered his name.

“Ready to be taught what a sick, twisted freak I really am, sweet girl?” he growled with a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, watching as he moved up the bed until his cock was close enough to kiss, and stopped. His eyes watched me as he pushed it against my lips, forcing me to open and take him into my mouth. The moment I had him there, straining my jaw to take him further, his hand wrapped around my throat, gently applying pressure as he withdrew from my mouth. His eyes were locked with mine, which I figured was his way of judging if I could handle what he was doing. When I didn’t pull away, he grew rougher, applying more pressure as his cock pushed deeper between my lips. I moaned and tried to open my jaw further, but it was painful, the thick cock too much for my mouth. It burned, and I wasn’t getting enough air into my lungs, and we both knew it. Instead of withdrawing, he pushed in further as more pressure was applied against my throat.

I couldn’t breathe. My life was in his hands. His eyes grew hooded as they watched mine, enjoying the moment I figured out just how fucked I was, if he decided to increase the pressure. He pushed in deeper, and his hand tightened. I brought my hands up to his, and his grip tightened until I thought my neck would snap.

I moved my hand to my own sex, which drew his eyes to what I was doing to myself. His hand released the pressure and he pulled out enough that I was able to gasp for air. His eyes moved to mine, and he waited. For what, I had no idea.

When he didn’t move, I moved my head to take him again. That made his eyes grow large with surprise, and he paused, as if he couldn’t believe I was into it. I wasn’t, but with my hand working my own growing need, and his eyes on mine, I was. His fingers touched my neck and he grinned as he applied a slight pressure, enough that we both knew he was in full control.

His other hand moved away and slapped my pussy hard, which tore a moan from me that was smothered as his hips surged forward, using my distraction to his advantage. The slap had sent a jolt of pain straight to my center, which he rubbed into pleasure as he watched me try to take even more of him.

There wasn’t skill in my movements, just a desperate need to please him as he had me. He smirked as he moved my hair away from where it had fallen into my face as I’d been brazenly sucking his cock. He pushed in and then withdrew. I brought my hand up to my throat as he watched, and something cold briefly lurked in his eyes.

“Did I hurt you?”

“A little,” I replied.

“It turned you on, though, knowing I held your life in my hands.”

“Yes,” I replied.

He smirked and nodded as he moved between my legs. He didn’t ask permission, or if I was ready, before he started devouring my flesh. I watched him for a moment, until he held his hand out; the wine bottle that had been forgotten on the counter sailed through the air and into his hand. He poured a few drops on my sex and my eyes grew wide as I watched him lick and savor it while his eyes locked with mine. He poured some in my belly button next, and slurped the liquid noisily which made me laugh. He continued to move, until he was mouth to mouth with me, but he didn’t kiss me, instead he pushed his finger into the tip of the bottle and brought it to my lips, tracing them with the wine as I watched his reaction to what he was doing to me.

He kissed me as he released the bottle, sending it sailing back to where it came from. His kiss was hard, demanding, and I gave in to it, knowing that he was claiming ownership. His finger stroked my flesh, as the other hand held my chin. When he released me, I watched him move between my legs.

He sat there, looking at my body as he rubbed his cock against my opening, teasing me. Every once in a while, he’d slap my naked flesh with it, and watch as I responded to the pain. Or, he’d use his hand to slap my pussy, which he’d then kiss until it was pleasure. He did this for a while, occasionally pushing the tip of his cock into my opening, only to pull out to continue his brand of play with me. When he finally adjusted my legs, I felt fear creeping up my spine as he readied to claim me.

“This is going to hurt, because you’re too tight. There’s no way to make this easier for you, not that I want to make it easier; watching your pain is fucking intoxicating,” he said as he leaned over and kissed me gently, as if he couldn’t get enough of my lips. “I want to hear you scream as I fucking destroy this tight pussy,” he admitted. “I really hope you aren’t expecting me to be gentle, because I have no plans of doing so. I plan to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel it for days, and every time this pussy aches, you’ll know exactly who you belong to. Every time you move, you’ll think of me. You’ll get wet just thinking about it. Your pussy is going to be red and sore, and the moment it starts to forget that it’s been owned, I’ll remind it.”

“Lucian,” I growled as he positioned me, bringing my legs up to his waist, and encouraging me to wrap them around his lower back, which tilted my ass and would give him deep access once he was in. I pushed myself against his cock, which was aimed and resting against my opening. “Just shut up and—ah!”

I screamed as he surged forward and my body shuddered violently from his entire cock being suddenly buried inside of me. My body burned, and I arched and struggled to get away from the intrusion. His cock split me in two and tears slipped from my eyes as I shrieked and struggled to pull myself together through the pain. There had been no warning, and his entry into my body was violent. I’d felt the muscles pulse and burn to the nerve endings as he’d pushed inside. Even as he remained still, his muscles bulged with the restraint it was taking him to hold still as my body adjusted to his size.

I fought to get away from it. That thing was a fucking monster, and my body was rejecting it violently. It wasn’t until I cried and shook my head, trying to get him to stop this that his hand slipped to my clitoris and began working a maelstrom of sensations and I paused in my struggle to get away. “That was
not
good,” I whispered even as I began to rock my hips to work him inside. He remained still, even though I knew it was taking one hell of an effort on his part.

Once I’d gained some semblance of my mind back, he finally began to move. He moved slowly at first, his eyes watching mine as pain mingled with the sweet whisper of pleasure. My body continued to struggle to expel his massive cock from it, even as the pleasure took hold and I rocked my hips with each thrust, needing more of him. He continued picking up speed until I was helpless to do anything but accept what he was doing. I started matching each thrust of his with one of my own, until my body was lost in the dance of pleasure. Eventually, I stopped moving and just felt him. The way he controlled each thrust…each one calculated as he pushed against the pleasure zone deep inside of me. I could no longer tell where he ended and I began. It didn’t matter. He was creating a tempest inside of me that was growing out of control.