Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

Sasha lies in the middle of her shredded clothes and spots of her arousal. Her skin is sweaty, red, and smeared with droplets of her blood and wetness that I made sure to tease her whole body with. There are also marks from my knife on her breasts and stomach because I couldn’t resist putting them there. Currently, a toy teases her clit on a low setting, so she’s close but will never get there. Did I get this toy on impulse a few weeks ago? Yes, I did. But maybe it wasn’t impulse, after all, since I knew all along that I would be torturing the fuck out of her. I just didn’t know that she wouldn’t budge. Not even a little. Not even close. I used every single method under the sun and denied her more orgasms than should be legal. Yet this little fucking shit only shook her head while sobbing and begging for a release. Then, when I continued depriving her, she started calling me names and cursing me six ways to Sunday while trying to dry hump my fingers. Now, she’s in the acceptance stage. Her head lolls to the side, sweat coats her skin, and her nipples are as hard as diamond pebbles. Her expressive eyes are half closed, and her dry lips are parted. Despite giving her water now and again, she’s still on the verge of dehydration. I grab a bottle on my way to her and lift her head.