Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

“I actually did, and this one is different. It’s sunray. As in, the only beam of...

“Am I your beam of light in the darkn...

“I don’t know. Am I y...

You are. I almost say that out loud. The worst part is that I believe it. Fucking fuck. I’m truly an...

and the only reason I haven’t been getting antsy is because Kirill tires me every night. He either ties me up, straps the leather around my throat, or bends me over the nearest surface so he can fuck me like an animal. It's precisely that animal side of him that’s been giving me the stimulation I need. And I think he needs it, too, because our nightly endeavors have become more intense with each passing day. Sometimes, I think I’ll die in the throes of pleasure. Other times, I keep up with him stroke for stroke until we’re both spent and satiated. But most of the time, there’s this twisted need for more and more. I crave his savagery, how he dominates, bites, and bruises my skin. He doesn’t hold back or treat me like a delicate flower. Far from it. Kirill gives me exactly what I need, and in return, he takes what he wants. I’ve started to hate daytime because I can’t touch him. At least, not when everyone is around.

You look tense. Want me to loosen you up with my cock? I can still taste your greedy little cunt on my tongue. I’m coming back for more tonight. You better not be tired, because there’ll be no sleep until you’re all choked up with my cum. Are you sore? You look uncomfortable. Should we ghost my cock and let my tongue take care of you? Be in my room in ten. Naked. Lie on your back, legs apart. If I don’t have a clear view of my pussy when I walk in, you’ll be punished.

he looks at me as if he can’t get enough of me, like he can’t wait to kick everyone out just so he can have me wholly to himself.

Kirill’s lips twitch in a smirk, and I swear my heart is about to burst from its confinement. How do I resist Kirill’s charm—as twisted as it is? The answer is I can’t, and it’s not for lack of trying.

Unlike in the past when it was clear that we were strictly using each other, now, he lies beside me, and sometimes falls asleep. While holding me to him. My favorite time of the day is sleeping in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, and being surrounded by his warmth. And maybe I’m thinking too much, but I want to believe that there’s more to us now.

“You still act like a soldier outside the army, Sasha. Maybe we should get into the sauna later and relax those muscles.”

“What? You do need some relaxation.”

“I’m afraid your methods only add tension.”

He steps closer to my side, and I inhale his cedar scent. When he speaks in low, dark wor...

“Is that why you were asking for more while you were bouncing on ...

He’s still carefully putting the shirt back in place when I lunge at him.

“What the fuck are you doing—”

His words are cut off when I slam my lips to his. I’ve never been the first to kiss Kirill, have never found the courage to do it, because I’ve always been insecure ...

But now, I don’t care if he knows how much I like him. No, like is too mild a word and describes nothing of the overpowering intensity my heart holds for him. It hits me then as my lips find his. I probably love the asshole. Kirill is stunned for only a moment before he threads his fingers in and fists whatever length of my hair he can grab as he devours me. My kiss is tentative, emotional, and vulnerable. His is the epitome of destruction. And you know what? I might be fine with that, after all. His beastly side is part of who he is and I wouldn’t have him any other way. The car comes to a halt and we break apart—or I do. Kirill still has his hand fisted in my hair, and he uses it to force my attention back to him.

“Care to explain what that was for?”

“We’re at the...

I whi...

“That doesn’t answer my ...

His face is close. It’s so close that I can count the tiny flecks of black in his light eyes through his glasses. So close that I can smell the whiskey on his breath from the drink he had earlier. I can also taste it on my t...

“You kiss me all the time. You don’t see me a...

“It’s different when I do it. My purpose is to claim y...

I lift my...

“Maybe it’s to claim ...

A smile lifts his lips—it’s gradual and big and so gorgeous, I wish I could take a picture of it so I can...

I grin.

“Stop being an asshole. I actually got you another gift, but I couldn’t show it to you in front of everyone else.”

He raises ...

I bite my lower lip, then I unbuckle my pants. The sound of rustling clothes is so heightened in the silence that I nearly chicken out. In one go, I lower my boxer briefs so that he can see the black ink surrounded by redness right above my pussy. Kirill straightens, his expression turning into one of bewilderment as he walks up to m...

“F...

he lets out in a voice fille...

“When did you get th...

“This mor...

“When you were supposed to be w...

I nod. He narrows his eyes, and his grip tightens on my hip, his fin...

“Did a man ink your skin, Sasha? Did you let a man look at wh...

“No, you caveman. It was...

“Name? Credentials? L...

“So you can cause her trouble? Absolutely not. But anyway. You didn’t tell me what yo...

“I love it. Should’ve engraved my name on you a long time ago, but it would have been do...

I roll my...

“You’re such a ro...

“I k...

“That was sa...

“I k...

His gaze is still lost in the tattoo as he traces i...

“Now, I want to see it up close and personal while I’m fucking your brains out.”