Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

He strokes my opening and tea...

“Look how it’s soaking my fucki...

I have to physically stop myself from humping his fingers and getting off on them. I’ve been in this state of hypersensitivity for so long that I can’t take it anymore. He glides his fingers through my folds in a torturous rhythm, offering me stimulation but not enough to get me off. This is a first from him. Kirill was always about getting me off. Whether with his mouth, fingers, or cock. He had the sole purpose of making me come for him and preferably scream his name during it. But now, he seems to not want me to get off at all. His middle finger hovers near my opening, and my hips automatically jerk. It’s been such a long time since he touched me, and no matter how much I do it myself, it’s entirely different from wh...

“You want me to fuck your tight little...

There’s harsh amusement behin...

“Want me to relieve the ache and make...

I nod once, my cheeks heating, but I couldn’t care less about the emb...

“I can do...

He slides a finger inside, and my back arches off the bed. Oh, God. More…...

“I can also add anot...

He thrusts the second ...

“And another. You take three of them like such a good girl. You’re my favo...

When he rams the third finger in, I think I’ll burst. Yes, I used to take three of his fingers, but that was months ago. Being celibate and having ...

“You’re so tight that you’re milking...

He curls them inside, and my nails dig into t...

“Kir...

“W...

“Ple...

“You’re going to have to be more specific with your begging. What d...

“Fuck...

And not only with your fingers. As much as I love the feeling of them inside me, I need something more. I need all of him pressed up against me and his muscles crushing me while he gives ...

“You can barely take my fingers, and you ...

He thrusts them in a fast rhythm that lea...

“You’re such a greedy little whore...

I’m supposed to feel offended by that, but I’m not. Not one bit. If anything, it makes me wetter, until m...

“I can do tha...

he continues in that deep,...

“I’ll fuck you good. Fuck you hard. I’ll fuck you until you forget about all other cocks and worsh...

I nod several times, completely delirious from his dirty talk. I want to keep looking at him, to get lost in this moment and have no means of return, but it’s hard to force my eyes open when intense pleasure is building at the base of my stomach with frightening speed. Still tearing me apart...

“Tell me his name...

My lips tremble, but ...

“I ca...

One moment, I’m on the verge of an orgasm; the next, it’s gone. Kirill wrenches his fingers from inside me, leaving me hot, bothered, and with a ...

“What…?...

His expression is now closed off, and if I wasn’t so frustrated...

“This is a punishment. You’re not supposed to come when you hav...

“You can’t be se...

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 ...

“Oh, ...

“I’m the only god you’ll ...

He goes faster, harder, and so out of control that I think I’ll faint fro...

“What’s his...

At the moment, I forget why I shouldn’t be confessing everything. But some brain cells remain functioning and forbid me to. The moment I shake my head, Kirill pulls out the knife when I’m a second away from coming. Th...

“Stop it, p...

I cry out. Sweat coats my skin, my nipples hurt so bad due to the sexual stimulation, and my core screams for a release that he won’t offer me. And since my hands are bound, I can’t do it myself either, so I’m completely at his nonexistent mercy. Kirill’s face turns stone-cold as he t...

“You’re the only one who can stop this by giving me his fucking name. The more you resist, the more creative I become about denying you one orgasm after the other. I know your body, Sasha, even better than you do. I know when you’re about to come. Your breaths are faster, your neck flushes red, and your hips involuntarily jerk. I’ll let you come close to the peak bu...

And then he proceeds to do just that. Until I think ...

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.

“Open.”

She’s like a doll in my hands, so weak and light that she could be broken with the snap of a finger, but she still...