Sleeping with Monsters (Playing with Monsters Book 2) Page 3

  I lowered myself, refusing to acknowledge his cock as it bobbed a firm hello like a happy puppy. I unlaced his shoes and tried to pull them off, but he wouldn’t meet me halfway. I backed up, looked at him, and shook my head.

  “The book says we have to be naked—together.”

  “Ask me if I care, little girl,” he returned thickly, as if he’d eaten the gravel from outside and it had become lodged in his throat. “This is a dangerous situation you have us in, one I didn’t ask to participate in. You’re naked, I’m hard. You also suck at kidnapping, but I bet you suck dick a lot better.”

  “You’re an asshole,” I snapped, spinning around to retrieve the ink before moving away from him. I dipped my fingers into the warm mixture, brought them up, and painted the matching runes to Lucian’s on my body. I tried to ignore his glares and focused on the spell, chanting as I painted my waist and my arms.

  I was so engrossed with what I was doing that time held no meaning. I smirked once the last rune was placed and turned around, only to come face to face with a wide, tattooed chest.

  I looked up into midnight eyes and screamed.

  Chapter 3

  Hands wrapped around my throat as I was picked up and pushed against the wall, hard. My head hit, bouncing against it as lights exploded in my vision. How the fuck did he get free? My hands scrabbled against his, scratching his hands as I struggled to get free, but he held me in place as his body pressed against mine.

  “Is this what you wanted from me?” he demanded as his mouth lowered to touch against my cheek, his breath fanning my face as he dropped his mouth to mine. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I scratched him, raking my nails down his sides as I battled to breathe. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled harder, fighting for my life. My lungs burned, and the noises coming from me weren’t right. My hands dropped, and my head rolled to the side as blackness threatened to claim me. His mouth brushed against mine, his tongue pushed past my lips, and his hands loosened from my throat as he fed me air. He was feeding me air, his mouth my salvation. I cried out against it, claiming his tongue as I gulped his air greedily into my starved lungs.

  He pulled away with a dark, dangerous look dancing in his eyes. “Who has control now?” he taunted huskily as he lowered his nose and rubbed it against my cheek.

  I didn’t answer him; I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Plus, it was hard to manage it with the sweet, seductive taste of aged scotch and that fucking hint of citrus filling my senses. I wanted to scratch the look of victory from his face. It was dancing in the endless inky depths of his eyes as he watched me continue to gasp for air.

  His smirk deepened, turning as twisted as he was. Lucian grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my naked body against his. I didn’t struggle, I couldn’t. I was still trying to figure out how he’d gotten free from the spelled handcuffs and how I’d known what he would taste like. He’d gotten free, his shoes were tilted drunkenly against each other on the floor, and I hadn’t heard anything, not a single noise as I painted my flesh.

  He lowered his mouth as he jerked my head back, forcing me to lift my mouth to meet his. Right when I thought he’d kiss me again, he threw me onto the floor, roughly. I gasped as I went down, the dull thud of my hands hitting hard echoing through the room as I gasped. He’d knocked the wind out of me, and tears burned my eyes as pain assaulted me.

  “I told you that I would win,” he growled as he slowly moved towards me. I struggled to wriggle away from him, mimicking a worm crawling atop the soil after a hard rain. “You should have stayed away from me.”

  “Fuck you,” I whispered breathlessly. I screamed as he caught my legs, and I kicked out to escape him. He flipped me over, maintaining his hold on my ankles as he knelt between my legs, not even bothering to hide the lust sparkling in his eyes.

  “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Not knowing if I plan to fuck you or hurt you?” His voice rumbled through me and straight to my sex as his hand released one ankle to trace his fingers through my folds. He hissed as he found it wet, ready, and turned on by the struggles. I hated myself right now more than I ever had before. What was wrong with me? “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, sweet girl? You want me so bad you’re shivering with it, that primal need to spread wide so I can feed you every single inch of me…” The noise he made was animalistic. The tips of his fingers dipped inside and I moaned hungrily for more.

  “I hate you,” I whimpered as my lips trembled from the adrenaline coursing through me. I hated that he was right, that I was trembling for him, that I couldn’t even hide how much I wanted him right now.

  “You say that a lot. No, you hate that you don’t know why you want me. You hate that you can’t control the cravings. Your body knows the truth: it craves what it needs. You like everything perfect, and you need everything to make sense, and that isn’t how this world works. You think you’re crazy, but what I see? Is a beautiful fucking mess, one that doesn’t need her powers bound, because you are not dangerous. Shit, you can’t even manage to kidnap one man,” he growled as his fingers continued to stroke my skin. He leaned over as if he planned to kiss me, and I smirked as he lowered his mouth. “Next time, I won’t let you off with a warning, Witch.”

  I felt around blindly until I touched a large piece of wood I’d reached for and my fingers closed around it desperately. I brought it up and hit him with more strength than I’d thought I had, considering the awkward angle. The sound echoed around the room and his body went slack. I wriggled out from under him and started to move towards the door, only for his hand to grasp my ankle and pull, knocking me down again. I turned, kicking him in the face and chest as I fought to get my foot freed from his viselike grip.

  Angry tears of frustration erupted from my eyes and I screamed with fear as he used my legs to pull me beneath him, trapping me with his massive body. His cock slid over my belly and my eyes bulged as blood dripped from his temple.

  “You shouldn’t have fucking done that,” he snarled. Anger pulsed inside the cabin, mirroring the storm outside. He watched me as I realized just how fucked I was. A sob exploded from me as he smirked, and deadly anticipation shone in his obsidian eyes, mirroring the chaos in the room. His hands captured mine as he pushed them above my head, easily securing them there. My muscles protested as he parted my legs, leaving me open, exposed. I couldn’t fight him; I didn’t have use of any of my extremities in this position and he knew it. “It was hard enough to walk away from you before you hit me, but now? Now we do it my way, little one,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to my nipple and bit it. I screamed as pain ripped through me, but even as he bit the delicate flesh, he released it, rubbing his tongue over it, soothing the pain. The scream turned into a moan, and my head dropped back, hitting the floor. Pleasure flooded through my system, unfurling the coil that had been building in my stomach. My legs wrapped around him and I closed my eyes against the sensual assault.

  His hands released mine as I found his hair, grabbed fistfuls of it, and held him to me as I succumbed to his dark pleasure. My hips rocked as his hand slid between us, finding my apex and sliding through it. Every time, every slow, leisurely pass through my willing pussy, he stopped and worked a circle on my clitoris until I almost reached the precipice he held me on the edge of.

  “Bloody hell, you’re making it very hard to stay away,” he growled as he lowered his mouth to mine, and I claimed it, welcoming it as I continued holding on to his hair. I clung to him like I was drowning in a vast sea, lost adrift in the turbulent waves that crashed down onto me, and he was the buoy I clung on to in order to survive. The noise that tore from his throat was inhuman, and the way he kissed me changed, turning as dark as my soul. “Does it make you wet, knowing I could do anything I want to you right now? Is that why this pretty pussy is drenched?” he growled.

  Lucian Blackstone was a hurricane, and I was the land he intended to destroy. He
was a category five, creating and wreaking havoc, knocking down defenses as he obliterated me. He ripped me apart, tore me down to my basic animal instincts, and there was no knowing how much damage would be left when he was finished. The worst part was that I wasn’t sure I wanted to survive this storm. Some storms were worth dying for just to be witness to them.

  He ended the kiss, his mouth still hovering inches from mine. I released one hand from his hair and swung it out, intending to slap him, but he caught it. He pushed it against the floor painfully. I moaned as he stopped his fingers’ slow discovery of my body and snatched my other hand from his hair, where I’d held on to him for support.

  “I hate you so much,” I whispered, because right now, I did. I hated him for what he made me want, what I craved from him. This was wrong; we were wrong to want this. Everything I’d ever been taught said so, so how could I want this, how could I want him?

  “No, you don’t,” he whispered softly. “You don’t hate me any more than I could hate you.” He laughed mirthlessly, the sound vibrating through our bodies due to our proximity. His mouth lowered as if he intended to claim mine again, but his eyes watched me, staring into me as if he could see inside my little black soul right down to the very fucked up fiber of my being. His teeth worried my lip, and I moaned at the slight pain, my eyes growing heavy as he nipped at my lip, already swollen from his demanding kisses. I whimpered from the pain as he sucked it between his lips and ran his tongue over the sore flesh. I moaned, feeling the pain and pleasure to the very center of my core, red hot lust coursing through me. He released my hands, and I raked my nails down his sides, smirking against the satisfying grunt of pain. “You want to play rough?” he rasped, and the sound of his hoarse words made my eyes open, but it wasn’t midnight eyes I found waiting for me; they were filled with liquid blue fire.

  “Lucian,” I whispered as I took in the smile that was more teeth than anything, and the fire I saw in his eyes reminded me of the ancient stories of the blue flames that lit the Gates of Hell.

  He kissed my throat as his body rubbed eagerly against mine. His cock rested heavily against my stomach. I moaned as his heated kiss trailed to my shoulder. He moved his hips, adjusting his position until I gasped as his heavy cock slid through the slick heat of my pussy. I writhed against it, using it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him there as I rubbed my naked heat against the thick cock he so freely offered. His mouth continued to suck on my skin, his teeth scraping, nipping before he kissed it.

  He rocked his hips, feeding my need and hitting my clitoris until I was screaming his name as the orgasm threatened to rip me asunder, but every time I got close enough, he shifted and pulled his cock away. I didn’t care that I was coming undone, or that I was screaming for him to enter me, to take me, to fucking own me. I wanted him in the most primitive way; a way that bares the soul, exposing the darkest needs in your lowest hour. Nothing mattered anymore except getting him to give me what I needed—and now.

  Lucian leaned down, as if he intended to kiss me; instead his mouth touched my shoulder and his teeth clamped down. He bit into my shoulder and all thoughts of coming were gone, just like that. Pain erupted, and I screamed, bucking against him to get away. Then it hit me, and I screamed his name like it was a fucking benediction. It was brutal, coming so fucking hard that I shook uncontrollably as I shattered. I came so hard that when I started to fall back to earth, I realized I had his shoulder between my teeth and it was bleeding, dripping down my chin, and I didn’t care because that orgasm hadn’t abated as I had thought; it refused to release me. I was literally vibrating so much that his hands cradled my head as it hit the ground with each violent tremor that tore through me. I actually feared that it wouldn’t ever end, and I didn’t know if I necessarily fucking cared if it did. I was so fucking wet that the only noise inside the cabin was me, screaming as it started to recede. Lights continued to explode behind my eyelids. I wasn’t sure if I was dying, coming, or breaking into a million tiny pieces. His sexy as fuck, husky timbre sounded far away as he watched me try to bring myself back from wherever the fuck he’d just sent me to. Hell? Heaven? Who cared, I wanted more. Now.

  “That’s my good girl,” he whispered as he watched me. The moment I thought I was safe, pain ripped through me as he entered my body. I gasped as he buried his cock in my tight sheath, muscles burning and clamping against him. “Tell me you hate me as I make you take every inch of my cock deep inside your tight pussy, owning every sweet inch of you inside and out,” he growled.

  “Lucian,” I whimpered brokenly, unable to protest or do anything more than hold on to him. “It aches.” I was too full, too fast. My body burned where muscles fought to accommodate him, and failed.

  “Tell me to stop,” he demanded. “I don’t do gentle. Are you sure you want to play with me? Because right now, the only thing I want is to ruin you. I want to bury my cock so deep that you always feel it there. You’ll feel me there, forever. If that’s not what you want from me, tell me to stop now.”

  “Don’t stop,” I whispered as I shook my head, which was still cradled in his large hands. He moved them then, grabbing my shoulders as he leaned up and stared down at me. I waited for him to move, wiggling my hips to take anything he was willing to give me.

  “I’m going to destroy everything you love while you watch me do it,” he hissed as his eyes lit from within. “I’m going to destroy everything you cherish, and then I’m going to fucking destroy you, Lena. You should hate me; right now, you should run from me,” he whispered as he watched me.

  Lena…

  Pain erupted inside my head and tears rolled from my eyes as I blinked past the pain. Lena. My breathing grew labored as he watched me coldly. Lena. Demons seemed to be watching me from the hellish depths of his eyes. Magdalena. My body trembled as he watched me, and his hips started moving slowly, building up speed as I pushed him away, trying to grasp on to that one name, the one I should know. My name.

  “You son of a bitch!” I scratched him, lifting up, only to be slammed against the floor and weighted down.

  “There you are,” he purred as he kissed me, and God save me, I kissed him back. My hands pulled at his hair as his hips slammed against me. I held him to me. “Just a few minutes, I just needed a few minutes with you,” he murmured, and I watched him.

  “No, not again, no… Lucian, please don’t do that to me.”

  “Who are you?” he demanded.

  “I’m Lena,” I whimpered.

  “Who the fuck are you?” he growled, and his hands bit into my skin.

  “Yours, I’m yours!” I screamed.

  “Damn fucking right, you’re mine. It’s too bad you won’t remember this, but I will,” he assured me. “Every fucking moment of your sweet ruin, I will relive this a thousand times a day when you are dead and gone from this earth, and long after your last offspring have perished. You have to come back to me on your own, do you understand me?” he demanded, and I stared up at him, not understanding his words as he brought me over the edge of the cliff and sent me sailing into the clouds as a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind my eyes. “You are Kendra…”

  “I’m Kendra,” I whispered through a moan.

  “I miss you, Witch,” he growled, something hitching in his tone. He leaned down, claiming my lips and deepening the kiss; a kiss that ruined me more than anything he’d done so far, because I felt it. I felt him. The emotion in his kiss was more than he’d ever allowed me to feel before, as if he was kissing me hello and goodbye all in one kiss. It ended too soon, and I sobbed from the loss of it.

  “I hate you,” I replied icily as he started moving faster, until my body couldn’t keep up. I was going to be sore tomorrow. I opened my eyes to find blue fire staring back into mine; it burned so bright that it hurt to stare into it for too long. I felt the heat from it as he lowered his forehead and rested it against mine, stari
ng into my soul. He was showing me what he was, the monster within, the monster I was sleeping with. His lips curled into a dangerous smile, and I shivered, trembling with the knowledge that he was anything but what he claimed to be. He wanted me to see him, all of him.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he growled, sucking my lip between his teeth. I mumbled, coming around his cock, unable to stop myself from shattering as he stiffened and howled his release to the heavens. Power erupted around us as he peered down at me with blue fire dancing seductively in his eyes. The earth trembled around us as we exploded, and I didn’t look away from what I saw, not even as the cabin began to shake with the force of our mutual release.

  It started to come apart, and he shielded me. This man who had torn me to pieces, shown me pain and pleasure, was protecting me as the cabin literally crumbled around us. His mouth claimed mine, oblivious to the splintering wood that was raining down on us.

  “Lucian,” I whimpered as everything around us continued to shatter, and trees exploded and fell to the ground as I held on to him. “Don’t leave me.”

  “You won’t remember this in a few minutes,” he said softly as he closed off his emotions and we lay in the remains of the cabin in the woods where it had been built; now, it all looked as if an asteroid had demolished it. “You got your questions answered, and then you let me go after wiping my mind,” he whispered forcefully, his voice layered, booming against my mind and echoing through it. “You still hate me, because I kind of enjoy this love-hate shit we have going on. But you are Kendra, so say it.”