Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

And then I’m diving in. I tongue-fuck her fast and hard the way she likes. Her moans echo in the air, and she slaps one hand on her mouth while the other holds her steady on the desk. I stop now and again to look up and see the ethereal view of her head thrown back in the middle of the ruined house of cards, legs shaking and lips parted. 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. My fingers dig into her thighs to hold her in place as I bite down on the Luchik’s right above her mound, adding one more mark to the bruises and hickeys I’ve left there since she got the tattoo. I’ve never liked my birthday. It’s always reminded me of how Yulia tried to kill me and the black dresses she wears on that particular day as if she’s mourning the event of my birth. But that was before this fucking woman celebrated it with me. Her fingers clench in my hair as her pussy contracts over my tongue, and then she’s coming all over my face. Fuck. She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I pull back, and she gasps when I bite her tattoo again, but her face is a masterpiece of undeniable lust. My own masterpiece. She’s leaning on both hands, her shirt crumpled and her legs still shaking from the orgasm. However, she watches my every movement as I let her legs fall, then stand up and unbuckle my pants. She swallows when I fist t...