Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

“You feel vict...

I close her nose, so she has no choice but to breathe through her mouth, th...

“None of this would’ve happened if you’d just given me ...

She chokes, and water splatters out of her nose, but she doe...

“Does this fucker mean so much to you that you would go to this le...

She purses her lips shut again and looks the other way. My fingers wrap around her throat, and I have to mentally remind myself that I can’t snap...

“I told you to look at me when I’m ta...

I retrieve the toy’s remote from my pocket and push the setting higher. A whole-body shiver goes through her, and her breathing starts to quicken. She sha...

“The more you choose him, the meaner I treat you. The harder you defy me, the colder I become. You should know by now that I always, with...

She lets out a ...

“Kir...

“What? You have that nam...

The fucking woman shakes her head and I struggle to remember why she’s not si...

“I thought you wanted us to go back to before Russia, but that won’t be possible if you have another fuck...

“It’s...

Her voice is small a...

“It’s not a ...

“If he’s not, then give me his fu...

“I ca...

She shudders, and her hips jerk and lift off the bed. I wrench the toy out. She sobs and screams, her nails digging into the belt’s leather. Her legs rub together in a hopeless ...

“Do you want to stay tied to my bed for the foreseeable future? Because I...

“Just kil...

she murmurs throu...

“If you can’t trust me anymore, ge...

Those words fill my mind with murderous scenarios, but none of them inclu...

“Where’s the fun ...

I tighten my hold on ...

“You think you can escape me, Sasha? You think there will be a day when you’ll be out of my sight and back with him? I’ll always find you, and when I do, ...

“Fuck...

she whispers, and her lids close. When she fell asleep the previous times, I woke her up with some form of sexual stimulation. I’m still tempted to do that just because she cursed me for threatening her lover. But I don’t. One, she’s past her limits. Two, I can’t guarantee I won’t lea...

I remove the belt from around her wrists and massage the red marks left by the leather. A soft moan leaves her lips, and my cock hardens to a painful degree. Fuck.

But being celibate after being in Sasha’s pussy exactly two hundred twenty-seven times has been pure fucking torture. What? I didn’t mean to count, but I might have grown obsessed with it and done it unconsciously. My fingers linger on the slits of red on her pale skin. Is it fucked up that I want to put more marks on her so the world can see who she fucking belongs to? Probably. That doesn’t mean the thought disappears, though. Her head lolls to the side and falls on my chest. Fucking fuck. For a second, I forget that I’m mad at this woman. No, mad is an understatement. I’m livid and so close to losing my fucking mind whenever I think she has someone else. Those thoughts make me consider setting the whole of Russia on fire just to weed him out. Such crazy, completely impossible thoughts haven’t left me alone since I heard her telling him on the phone that she loved him and that she’d go back to him. As if I would ever let that happen. Add the sense of betrayal and being shot, and I’m spiraling down a path even I don’t like. Not one bit. I stroke my finger marks on her neck, and she leans her cheek on my palm, snuggling close as if I’m her safe haven. More like, I’m her custom-made hell. As I wipe the droplets of sweat off her face, the name of the abyss I’ve fallen into punches me in the fucking gut. Obsession. That’s what it’s called, isn’t it? This is what it feels like to have the need to own someone when I’ve never thought about that concept before. This is also why I...

I lift her enough to remove the damp cover—along with the sex toys, the knife, and my belt—from beneath her, and then I place her on the clean, dry sheet. She whines in an adorable way that doesn’t help with the state of my starving cock, then turns on her side with a sigh. My self-control has been tested today more times than in my whole fucking life. It takes everything in me to go to the bathroom and place a few towels in a bowl of hot water. When I return, she’s on her back again, every inch of her naked skin laid out for me. I stare down at my cock that’s becoming a fucking nuisance.

“Really, now? Since when are we into somnophilia?”

The only reply I get is an antagoniz...

I sit on the side of the bed and start by wiping Sasha’s face, then her neck—lingering for a bit too long on my finger marks. Then I clean the blood off her chest and stomach. After that, I take extra care of cleaning her unsatisfied pussy. She moans when I wipe her folds, and that threatens to wake my cock after I finally put him to sleep, so I move on to her hands. She injured a few of her fingers with her nails during the struggle earlier. I stroke those and then move to the red stripes left by the belt.

I retrieve a fresh blanket and cover her with it. A few seconds pass as I watch her sleep. You know what? Fuck it. I remove my shirt and pants and lie on my side to have a better look at her. I don’t even sleep, so the fact that I stripped down for that is weird in and of itself. I’m even laying my head on the pillow and shit. The view is fucking worth it.

her tit and start to tease her nipple just because I obviously have no fucking control. But then I feel her steady heartbeat and a distant episode comes back to me. It was that time in the car when she sang to me and made me feel her heartbeat. My palm stretches over her breast, and I start to listen. I’m also about to close my eyes. But before I do that, Sasha turns to her side and glues her chest to mine. Her heartbeat collides with my hyper one as she snuggles her face in my chest and throws her leg over mine. Fuck. Now, I won’t move even if I have to.

And then the fucking woman opens the blanket and wraps her arms and the blanket around both of us. She’s hugging me, I realize. What in the ever…

“You let me hug you when I was mourning Nadia and Nicholas, and that’s my favorite form of comfort. I know it’s not yours, but I’m giving it to you anyway. Maybe one day, you’ll come to appreciate it, too.”

My shoulders drop, and part of me wants to throw her away, but the other fucking part wants to cage her in my arms and never let go. So I just remain still, not giving in to either. She pulls away slightly and freezes, then runs her fingers over the new scars on my chest, courtesy of her fucking lover. Scars I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for her. I’m about to restar...

“I’m so s...

“If you’re that sorry, tell me the fu...

“I can’t do that, but I can make up for these shots for th...

“You’ll stay here for the rest of...

“If…you want me to, yes...

A sense of raging possessiveness grabs hold of me, and I pull her close to me with a hand glu...

“You will...

“I w...

“That wasn’t a question. It was a...