Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

“Sasha is a person, so you better treat him as such, or I’ll claw your eyes out.” “I’d like to see you try.”

“What the fuck are you doing—” His words are cut off when I slam my lips to his. I’ve never been the first to kiss Kirill, have never found the courage to do it, because I’ve always been insecure about the enormity of feelings I have for him.

It hits me then as my lips find his. I probably love the asshole.

“You kiss me all the time. You don’t see me asking you why.” “It’s different when I do it. My purpose is to claim you. What's yours?” I lift my chin. “Maybe it’s to claim you, too.” A smile lifts his lips—it’s gradual and big and so gorgeous, I wish I could take a picture of it so I can stare at it whenever I please.

“Have you…been carrying it on you all this time?” “Maybe.” Oh, wow. I think my heart is melting at his feet as we speak. “It has a sniper rifle on it.” I touch the engraved image and then gasp at the writing in Russian. “And Sasha!” “It’s also unisex.” I hug him. “Thank you! Thank you!” His arm wraps around the small of my back. “Happy Birthday, Solnyshko.”

The symbolism of the picture doesn’t escape me. Sasha is the ruin of my house of cards, and there’s nothing I can do to change that. Not even a little. Not even close. And maybe, I’ve finally come to terms with that.

Because once this small honeymoon phase is over, I’m not sure she’ll still be as compliant.