Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,5

was newly born. Great, just what I needed with Lucifer hunting me, yanking my ass into his realm the moment my guard lowered.

I blinked, searching the shadows of the room in which I’d just awoken. My stomach tightened, and sliding my gaze to the corner of the room, I found Lucifer waiting for me. Had I fallen asleep? I’d only meant to rest my head for a moment.

Lucifer was once again taunting me in my stasis, which I’d learned was our version of sleeping. I heard Makenna cooing, smelled the sweet scent of the babe in the air as he moved into view, pacing just out of my reach. He was shirtless, strolling through a room bare of any identifying objects or anything else we could use to find him. It was typical of Luc, always keeping me from getting a read on his location. Not that I’d be able to figure it out without Lucian’s help.

Luc had promised me that Makenna was safe. Sadly, I bought it without proof. Today, though, I could hear her. My heart jackhammered, and I searched the room beyond where we were standing.

The moment she whimpered, Luc vanished to tend to her. I listened to him, whispering that her mommy would be there soon and that we’d all be together. Tears filled my eyes, trickling down my cheeks as he returned with her swaddled in a bright pink blanket. Lucifer held Makenna against his naked chest, gently patting her back. The only thing visible was her wispy, caramel-colored hair.

“She’s perfect, Lena. We need you,” he whispered, kissing Makenna’s forehead while holding my stare prisoner. “Come to me, and I’ll let you hold her before I punish you. You’ll like my punishment. I promise. I crave you, and my daughter needs a mother. She needs one who will love her, and you do. I feel it, you know? I feel your need to touch her, to hold her. You think to protect Makenna from me, but she’s mine. You could be too.”

“All I have to do is sell my soul to the Devil, right?” I stared at the tiny hand that waved in the air as Makenna moved. Lucifer placed his finger in her palm, allowing her little fingers to wrap around his.

“You have no soul, my sweet queen. Lucian can never love you. I can, and I do. I’ve thought of nothing else since I had you on my stage, tasting the darkness within you on my lips. I didn’t get to finish last time. I intend to remedy that.” Lucifer smiled and then turned his attention to the babe in his arms. “Makenna needs a brother, and I can make that womb of yours work again. You could have my son, and we could be a family.” He lifted his head, and we locked eyes. “Lucian won’t do that for you. Not because he can’t, but because he simply won’t chance it, not even for you. Have you figured out what he did yet?”

“No. Why don’t you tell me what Lucian did?” Magic encircled me, wafting through the room, and I gasped as my skirt and camisole turned into a wispy black dress. It barely covered my chest, opening in a deep V-line that stopped just above my pubic bone, exposing the swell of my breasts. The skirt flowed to my feet, and a breeze ruffled my hair as the soothing scent of lavender filled the air.

“That’s better,” Luc chuckled, letting his gaze slip to my chest and lower. Then, silently, he pushed the blanket down to show me his daughter. “Would you like to see your new mommy, Makenna? She’s very beautiful, just like you are my precious sweetling.”

Big, curious turquoise eyes stared up at me. Makenna’s tiny lips puckered as her small hand moved to her mouth, and she began sucking her fingers. Tears slid free from my eyes, and my heart clenched at the perfection of Kendra’s daughter. I reached for her, and Lucifer smiled, sensing my need to hold her. His dark head shook, and he turned, walking back toward the other room. I watched him disappear with Makenna, making my stomach twist with pain.

When Luc reemerged, he grinned as he ran his hands down his muscular torso, covered in pulsing tattoos. He was taller this time as well. Luc’s body was a mass of sinewy, hard, chiseled curves that promised dark, sinfully corrupt pleasure. I swallowed, dragging my gaze down his powerful body, sliding lower to the black