Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

She smiles a little, but...

“As long as you don’t ...

I never did. Erasing her is nowhere near possible. I did a perfect job at pretending ...

Her lips push forward in a scowl or a pout, I don’t know which, but I want to lick her lips with my tongue anyway.

“You’re alive.”

“No one will be able to kill me. Or you. Hear me? No fucking one.”

“Even Boss lost his shit,” Maksim says. I swear my heart is about to jump out of my chest and flounder on the ground.

“Fucking lost it, Sasha,” Maksim repeats slowly as if he thinks I didn’t hear him the first time.

“He ran in your direction when you were knocked out and would have gotten himself killed if it weren’t for Viktor, who jumped on top of him and protected him with his body. Then Boss punched him for it. Can you believe that?”

“But Boss said that if it weren’t for Viktor meddling in the situation, he could’ve gotten to you before they took you away. So in a way, he blamed Viktor for that.”

“I don’t like that dick most of the time, but Boss’s actions were uncalled for. But listen, listen! That’s not half of it. We managed to capture a few Albanians alive. We tortured them on the spot, but when they didn’t answer Boss about where they took you, he killed them. It was like a mass execution in some concentration camp. Of course, Damien was mad about not being allowed to participate in the action. We were close to losing our last chance at getting a lead, but thankfully, Kyle managed to use a different tactic and got the location from the last one alive. It didn’t end there, though. Oh, no, it didn’t. Did you notice that he brought almost all of our guards, even those who are supposed to remain in reserve? He only left a few behind to protect the house and Miss Karina.” My jaw nearly hits the ground. Did Kirill really do all of that? For me?

“You didn’t see him lose it and threaten to rape the Albanian with all objects available, so shut it,” Maksim says.

“His exact words were”—Maksim clears his throat and mimics Kirill’s apathetic tone—“listen to me, cockroach, if you don’t tell me where you took him, I’m going to have you raped. I’ll assault you with every object available until I fucking break you. Maybe then you’ll know how it feels, yeah?” I can almost imagine the unhinged look on Kirill’s face when he said those words. A part of me wishes I had been there to witness that side of him. I must be wrong in the head.

Will there be a day when Kirill Morozov won’t flip my world upside down by merely existing?

It’s unfair that he’s effortlessly the most charismatic, beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and that includes actors and models.

I clamp my lips shut even as I fume from the inside out. Sometimes, I truly wonder why the hell I like this man so much, to the point where I’m ready to offer my life to save his. He’s such an asshole, and they’re nowhere near my type. Why did he have to be the exception?

“Can I hug you?”

“Since when do you ask permission for that?”

I throw myself in his arms, and all the shivering and fear from earlier fade away by his embrace. And just like that, I k...

When she whispered that she was sorry during that attack, I thought that was the last time I would see her. I didn’t think about it as I ran in the middle of that rain of bullets just to get to her. Due to my upbringing, I always had a plan A, B, C, and sometimes D before I took any action. Running toward Sasha was the first time I’ve acted without a plan. And that’s fucking disturbing, to say the least. I could’ve gotten both of us killed without meaning to.

“If you hate being a man, why don’t you return to being a woman?”

I ask. She blinks.

“And stay as your...

“That probably won’t be possible, but I will find you ...

My woman, for instance. I pause. What the fuck was that thought all about? Did I just think of Sasha as my woman? Yes. Yes, I fucking did. Despite all the question ma...

I will annihilate each and every person who attempts to harm Sasha. She might be peculiar, and I still don’t know much about her past, but she’s mine. And no one touches what’s fucking mine.

It’s both fascinating and terrifying that he’s my first in many things—first crush, first sex, first heartbreak, and now, first—and only—person whose presence I feel comfortable and safe in since the massacre.

“I only took care of some unfinished business.”

“What unfinished business?”

“Whatever remained of the Albanians’ nests. What are you doing up? I specific...

“As if I could do that when you disappeared in the middle of the night. And don’t change the subject. You went after the ...

“That’s what I said. But I wasn’t alone; Viktor, Yuri, and Maksim came along. I invited Damien, too. And while it was tedious to witness him laugh like a maniac the entire time, including him in action, it makes him owe m...

“But why would you do that? Their other branches migh...

“Let them. They’ll meet the ...

“That’s not how it works, Kirill! You’re not the type who starts wa...

“That’s where you’re wrong. I have a perfectl...

“And what is that, I...

“They hurt you, and that’s enough incentive for war. I couldn’t be there to stop them. What I could do, however, i...

“I’m thankful for that, but as I said before, being the reason behind your problems brings me no joy. I don’t want you to collect enemies just because of me.”

“I only hear that you’re thankful. Everything else is redundant.”

He releases a charged breath and removes his finger.

“Today has been a long fucking day, so why don’t you go to sleep?”

“What abou...

I whi...

“I’ll go through a few...

“You should res...

His eyes darken as they fall on my chest before he slowly slides ...

“Just...

I look down and find that the opening of the bathrobe shows a hint of my breasts. Is that what made his eyes darken and caused his demeanor to stiffen? I don’t really get my answer, but a strange compulsion p...

“I’m not ...