A review by yessikachu
Playing with Monsters by Amelia Hutchins

1.0

Spoiler1) lucian’s first chapter entirely revolved around him saying shit like:
- “I liked my women hardy, able to handle what I gave them without the fear of breaking them, not that I bloody fucking cared if they broke in the end.”
- “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.”
- “She got fucked, but it was probably one hell of a letdown. I’d find him, and end him. Do the women of this world a kindness. No one touched what I wanted, or what I planned to own, even if I didn’t plan on keeping it.”
- “She needed to be thrown down and fucked until she’s reduced to nothing more than a hot, trembling mess. Until her mind could no longer determine where pain ended and pleasure began. In the end, they always screamed and begged for more, and I loved it when they begged me, bartering with me. I didn’t have any mercy and I didn’t pretend otherwise.”
i don’t need to read the rest of the book to know that he never changed. i don’t need to read the rest of the series to know exactly how it ends.

the fact of the matter is that this is worse than those i walk down the stairs to get ready for my part time job as my mother sells me to one direction fanfic. you can’t call this a book nor can you call it romance because it’s neither of those things. honestly gag at the author being like this is not a cookie cutter romance. at least the cookie cutter is sharp. you can’t lace a series of undealt with trauma with a bunch of sex and call it romance. because putting dark in front of it doesn’t excuse how bad it is. nothing was romantic about this nor was mindfuckery enough to be something else on its own. its just bad. you can like it (though why would you