Playing with Monsters by Amelia Hutchins Read Free Book Online Page B

. I didn’t break my own fucking rules, ever, not for anyone, no matter how much I wanted them.
    The last woman I kissed and felt something for was dead; her portrait hung above my mantel. A reminder of the fucking monster I’d become. I was more than she could handle. I fucked like I fought: Dirty, ruthless, and without a single ounce of mercy.
    I was the person you don’t want to get close to. I wasn’t a good person, and didn’t fucking care to be, either. I was the one you called when you want something done without question. Don’t ask, I wouldn’t fucking tell. I could make people disappear without a fucking trace. I was the creature that the other monsters feared. I was the one who hid in the shadows, tracking my prey and killing them before they even knew I was there. They didn’t see me coming unless I wanted them to. I enjoyed killing; that subtle rush of adrenaline reminded me of who I was, what I was. It was the only emotion I could feel. Until her.
    She had darkness inside of her that I’d only seen a few times before. A darkness that slithered just beneath the surface, and was deadly once it had been released. She was a little broken, and yet there was a light in her eyes that I couldn’t ignore. She’d looked unsure standing at the entrance to the party. I’d felt her fears; known the moment she’d been about to run. I couldn’t let that happen. Not without tasting her first. She was fire to my ice, sun to my moon, lace to my leather. Polar fucking opposites that shouldn’t attract.
    The moment I kissed her, I forgot where I was and what I was doing. I was gentle with her, and I wasn’t fucking gentle. I broke bones, killed worlds. I was the villain, not the fucking hero. I didn’t even taste her blood yet; fucking idiot. I walked away, confidence in check as I moved inside. She was unaware that I’d followed close behind her, stalking my prey.
    When she’d gone out to the garden, I followed her. Watched her. The moment she left the party, she became my prey. Hunted. It should have ended at the first kiss. Instead, I needed another taste, and once I’d sampled her blood in the garden, and knew she wasn’t my target…that should have settled it. It didn’t. I needed to own her, to hear her scream my name. To feel her flesh pound against mine; continually pounding it until she was nothing more than a hot, quivering mess.
    Her sister hadn’t been a match either, but twins were irregular in covens. I needed to know why they’d been born now, and why they bore such a resemblance to her . Katarina loved games, and she loved her pathetic coven more. She’d included them every time she was reborn in our twisted game of revenge. I’m almost positive that it was one of her family’s descendants who built this estate, and the maze that I’d almost fucked Magdalena in.
    Somehow, I knew once wouldn’t be enough with her. The moment she had pulled back, I got cocky, watched her eyes become aware of the prick in front of her as her inner bitch unsheathed her claws. I’d smiled, knowing she’d want distance, and I needed it. My cock needed distance from her supple curves, and inside the house was far enough. It would give me enough time to remind myself of what was at stake.
    I didn’t show anyone the monster I’d become. Instead, I projected formality and civility. It placated the witches. It gave them a false sense of security to think a being such as I could merely be human. I was so fucking far from it. Most thought I was Lucifer’s right-hand man, but I was so fucking much more. Time had no meaning for me, or my kind. Worlds died. We didn’t. We moved on to the next, evolved, dug in, and repeated the cycle.
    I was fucked if I wanted this little girl. Me, the scariest fucking monster currently residing in this world, with some sweet little witch, one who hasn’t even been awoken to her powers? Fucking pathetic. I chose to believe it was that scent of hers that was drawing me in, making