Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

He thrusts the knife's handle inside me, and I reel from the renewed pressure. Kirill all but fucks me with the knife, and I don’t know why it feels so hot. Depraved, yes, but it’s so erotic that my earlier intense buildup seems like a joke compared to the wave that’s currently sweeping me under.

Oh my

“Can I hug you?” “Since when do you ask permission for that?” I throw myself in his arms, and all the shivering and fear from earlier fade away by his embrace.

“As I was saying, you need to call me something else.” “What’s wrong with Kirill?” “Too impersonal.” “It’s your name.”

He wants a nickname from her that’s so cute

“I don’t want that either. A diminutive form is weird all over. What I want, however, is a pet name, like the one I gave you.”