Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

“Sa...

The warning in his deep, somber tone strikes ...

“If you don’t move this instant, you can only blame yourself...

My limbs shake, and tingles erupt all over my body, but I refuse to move. If anything, this place right here feels like the best place to be. A second passes. Two. On the third, Kirill grabs me by my nape, fingers digging into my skin, and crashes my body to his. Just like that, his hungry lips capture my starving ones. I release a long breath that feels like relief. I’ve been starved for so long, and now that I have his intense touch again, it’s like I’m being struck by lightning. He threads his fingers in my hair as the hard musc...

“Just so you...

He wrenches his lips from mine and tears away his shirt. The buttons fly everywhere before the blood-soaked material hits the ground. I’m rewarded with the view of his beautiful tattoos splayed across his rock-hard ...

“I’m going to fuck you, Sasha, and I’m going to do it so hard an...

Electricity strikes my whole body, but I refuse to move. In fact, my body melts, waiting for his touch. I eve...

A lust-filled look passes through his gaze as he removes his belt and pushes his pants and boxers down. His animalistic eyes never sway from me the entire time. He wants to watch me watch him. It’s a small detail, but the fact that he always insists on maintaining eye contact during sex is one of the reasons why I’ve always felt we have more than a mere physical connection. There’s an intimacy in the gesture, and, for a moment in time, it’s only the two of us. I’m lost in the eternal beauty of his naked body. He also has a few tattoos on his thigh that he got a few months ago. There are ravens flying toward his groin. The first time I saw it was when he was getting it, and I had to stand there and stop myself from getting hot and bothered. My personal favorite, however, is the newest one he got a month ago on his right thigh. A satanic skull surrounded by a beautiful sun. Kirill throws his glasses aside and wraps the belt around my throat, then he uses it to pull me in his direction. I gasp, but it turns into a moan when his lips devour mine again. Earlier, he was abrupt, but now, it’s more intense, as if he’s sucking the life out of me. Kirill kisses without a filter. He’s not flirty or gentle, and he’s certainly not trying to pursue me. No. He’s simply conquering me. But he’s passionate and pours all his energy into it, giving two hundred percent like in all other areas of his life. The hard pebbles of my nipples rub against the toned ridges of his chest, causing painful...

“I meant to leave you alone tonight, I really did. But you’re a greedy little whore for my cock, aren’t you, Solnyshko?”

My heart bursts. I’ll agree to anything if he calls me by that nickname. Absolutely anything. I honestly thought he’d never use it again, and I almost forgot just how ethereal it feels to be called his sun. The earth revolves around the sun. But my world is st...

“You belong ...

he lets out against my ear and then bites down. He releases the belt and thrusts three fingers inside my starved pussy in one go. My back arches and everything bursts—lust, longing, and…even gratitude. It hits me then. He has a hold on my mi...

“Your cunt is mine to do with as I please. I’m the only one who can control your pleasure or the lack t...

He thrusts in a maddening rhythm, curling and scissoring his fingers. I push off the mattress, writhing, and moaning the loudest I ever have. Unlike a few days ago, Kirill isn’t punishing or torturing me. This isn’t orgasm denial. Not even close. He’s touching me with the sole purpose of pushing me to the edge as soon as possible. He’s proving that he’s the only one who has this much control over my sexual appetite. The only one who can make me this animalistic for his touch. Sure enough, a few strok...

“Everything about you...

he says in dark words as he pulls his fingers from inside me and replaces them with his cock. It’s so huge and hard that I go into a mini-shock, but for some reason, more wetness coats my inner thighs, and my pussy tightens around his girth and length, demanding even more inside me. Kirill drags me to the edge of the bed while he’s standing. My legs are bent on either side of his sculpted waist as he uses the strength of his thighs to thrust into me. He’s pure power. Absolutely maddening in its form and impossible to keep up with. But I place my palms on his strong abs anyway. I need the connection, the feel of his skin on mine, the reminder that he’s actually touching me again. He wants me again. I never stopped wanting him, so to have that feeling finall...

“Even your pussy knows it belongs to me. Do you feel how it’s wel...

I...

“No one but me will touch you, own you, hurt you....

He leans down, grabs the ends of the belt that’s still around my throat, and pull...

“You’re my fucking property, ...

I can’t breathe. Oh, fuck. I can’t breathe. But even as I think that, I can feel the orgasm swallowing me. My mouth opens in a wordless scream as warmth fills my insides. Kirill pulls out, loosens the belt from around my neck, and tugs me to a sitting position and thr...

“I want you to lick every drop like ...

I cough, but I dart my tongue to suck his cock and my lips. My eyes remain on his the whole time, enjoying how they darken by just watching me. And just like that, I completely forgot about toda...

I certainly can’t fucking sleep. One, it was distracting when she hugged me in her sleep and even threw her leg over mine in some sort of territorial ownership. My Sasha might seem naïve, but there’s an animal inside her, too—like in all of us—and that animal needs to stake a claim. I might have marked her skin red and left bruises and hickeys all over her tits, stomach, and inner thighs, but she left her own marks. They’re invisible and lurk beneath the skin, but they’re so powerful in their softness, so…irritably persistent. Sasha didn’t have to physically cockblock me for these past months, but my cock still refused to touch any other woman but her. That’s probably why I nearly broke her earlier. I had to remind myself that she was kidnapped and nearly assaulted yesterday. My negotiating skills with my cock’s beastly side came to a staggering halt when she submitted to everything I dished out to her. I warned her that I wasn’t going to hold back, but she stood there, looking at me with the same desire that twisted my guts. It doesn’t matter how much I try to stay away from her, if she gives me that look, all my resolve vanishes. I stroke my fingers through her hair, then pause. What the fuck am I doing? There’s always this need to touch her, whether during or outside of sex, and I’m not the type who does any sentimental shit. I fuck, and only to satisfy a physical need. I don’t get off on wooing women or landing a pussy, but all of those principles have changed drastica...

She whispers intelligible words in Russian, so I silently inch closer. I’m not the sentimental type, but seeing Sasha in pain is no different than being shot. I’ve been there, and it hurts like a motherfucker.

I squeeze a bit further, and only then does she relax. So I let my hand drop from her neck because I was just contemplating stroking her cheek like some doting asshole that I absolutely am not.

She pauses, swallows once and then again before she clears her throat, her cheeks becoming a deep shade of red. This view of her, all bashful and looking absolutely fuckable in my shirt, is an image I need to engrave in my head for life. New resolve—make her wear my shirts more often.

“Sunny?”

So she didn’t give her lover a pet name? One-nil to me, motherfucker.

She smiles sweetly, and I completely forget why I should be mad at this woman for more reasons than one.

“Have you forgotten what I told you in the text last night? You have a day off.”

“I’m fine now. I don’t want a day off.”

“You’re getting it...

“...

“That’s an order,...

“I’m going with you,...

“No, you’r...

“Either I accompany you in the same car, or I follow in a separate vehicle. ...

“How fucking dare you give me an...

I sound angry, but I’m actually proud of this little shit. She’s come a long way from being an inflexible, weak soldie...

She straightens against me, and that only causes her hard nipples to brush against both our shirt...

I need to get better control of my need to touch her at all times.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about that, and start thinking about that pet name.”

“I already fou...

I strai...

“...

“Yeah. It’s L...

“Another variation of the sun. Are you even puttin...