Free Playing with Monsters by Amelia Hutchins Page B

idea, considering my position.
    “What did you see tonight?”
    “You and your sick friends burying a body,” I whispered. “I’m not crazy, I saw it. You were covered in blood.”
    “You think you saw me covered in blood,” he replied in a tone that struck a nerve, or every nerve.
    “No…”
    His eyes held mine and I lost all coherent thought. I felt like I was drowning in them, as if I ceased to exist without their heat. I tried to form words, but nothing came out, as if I was a fish out of water gasping for air. Only I was gasping for words, and I couldn’t form any. What the fuck?
    “Don’t fight it,” he whispered softly as his thumb traced my cheek and then my full bottom lip. “My men want you dead for what you saw tonight. I think you can be saved from that; what do you think?” he asked and smiled as I once again moved my lips as fear spread through me. It felt wrong, his magic, what he could do. I had no willpower, nothing. Words eluded me, and that scared the shit out of me.
    What the hell kind of monster was he? I couldn’t talk, and my mind was turning to fried mush. I tried to speak again, but only air escaped from my lips. Had I just moaned? Or was it my imagination? It was at least a freaking noise.
    “You saw me tonight, but you were mistaken,” he whispered hoarsely as he lowered his mouth to my collarbone and kissed it. My body responded, even though I begged it silently to ignore his wicked lips.
    “I was mistaken,” I parroted softly, and blinked at my own words. That hadn’t been what I’d intended to say at all.
    “Yes,” he said as he lifted his hands from mine, releasing them. “That’s a good girl, Lena,” he muttered as his mouth touched the pulse that raced along the length of my neck. “You were mistaken; you saw me burying a dog in the back of my property, one who’d been struck by a car on the highway.”
    “I saw you burying a dog,” I whispered breathlessly as he sucked on my neck. I could feel his smile curve against my flesh as he heard my heated moan in response to his mouth against my skin. His hand brushed the stray hairs that had been freed from my ponytail away from my face, his mouth pressed against my forehead, and a tear slipped from my eye.
    How the hell was he holding me here? I couldn’t move. He’d freed me physically, but something had replaced his hold and I was helpless to do anything but lay on the bed as he hovered above me, placing soft kisses against my flesh.
    “I came to you after the others left, and you let me in to talk,” he continued.
    My chest heaved as I tried to force the right words out of my mouth, and yet I repeated his words verbatim. His eyes lowered to where my nipples had hardened as his mouth seduced my body, and my mind. One hand slid over the flesh that was exposed, and his fingers found and leisurely traced the outline of one nipple and then the other.
    “Tell me to fuck you,” he urged.
    “Fuck me,” I uttered to my own horrified amazement. I’d totally intended to tell him to get fucked elsewhere, by anyone but me. “No,” I hissed somehow, forming the word my brain was screaming.
    His eyes lifted to mine. “You want me buried inside of you, Lena. Invite me to fuck you. Part your legs for me, now ,” he growled as his tone intensified. “Show me how wet you are.”
    “Fuck me…” I whispered breathlessly as I stretched my legs open further than they already were. It was painful, embarrassing, and angry tears rushed to my eyes. I refused to let this monster see me cry.
    “Good girl,” he replied as he sat back on his knees and looked over my body that was spread open for him. At least I was dressed, barely, but it was something between him and my lady parts. “See, sweet girl, you see how easy it is for me? I have full control of you. I can make you do anything at any time. I can steal any memory from you and you’d not even miss it. The only thing I cannot make you do is respond to my touch as you