Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)

by Rina Kent

“Did any other fucker touc...

“Oh, ...

“It’s a yes or no question. Which...

His hand starts to ease off my pussy, and I jerk, grabbing his wr...

“...

“No, ...

“No one’s touched me s...

Flaming possessiveness shines in his eyes, and he goes all the way, pounding into me in an animalistic frenzy. I come with a violent shake, my clit an...

“And no one...

he whispers against m...

“I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch my...

I’m still riding the shock waves of the orgasm and can’t exactly speak, let alone think. All I can do is give in to the carnal temptation and the unforgiving pleasure Kirill wrenches out of me. He removes his hand from my pussy, and a sense of emptiness rattles me to the bone. I want to be filled again and fucked savagely like only he knows how. To my horror, he also releases my throat, leaving me entirely empty. His harsh eyes remain on me as he unbuckles his belt and wraps it around his palm. Arousal floods my inner thighs at the image. That belt has always been associated with my most depraved tendencies. He frees his cock with the other hand. It’s veiny, hard, and has a hint of precum glistening at the crown. I’m unable to stop staring as he jerks himself in a few violent strokes, making it even harder. I wrap...

“That’...

he groans back in his throat and throws ...

“Do it faster. You won’t...

I up my pace, and when I feel him tensing, I squeeze ...

“Did you fuck anyone else after ...

His eyes focus back on mine, and he bites his lower lip like some sort of a sex god. Then he wraps his belt around my throat and tugs me against his strong chest. His cock is trapped between us, and I’m still squeezing. The more I picture another woman having him, the harder I tighten my fist. In my mind, he was never supposed to be anyone else’s. I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done if he’d actually married Kristina. I...

“You think I had the time to look at other women when I was fu...

His deep voice drips with unveiled anger, and I don’t think it’s due to the pain I’m causing. It sounds more raw and intrusive. More…hurt. That’s when it hits me. Earlier, when he demanded that I apologize for leaving him, I thought it was some sort of a power play, and I hated him for it. But now that I get a clear look beneath his mask, I’m tempted to believe that he was actually hurt. The mighty Kirill Morozov was in pain because of me. I have to stop myself from blurting the apology that’s trying to burst through. Instead, I jerk him up and down in an attempt to reawaken his pleasure. Kirill forces me to release him and I kick my jeans and panties away to give him a better angle. He lifts one of my legs so that it’s lined up with his waist and his mythical eyes meet mine. I’m momentarily distracted. No, the correct word would be trapped. I’m completely caught in a trance by the depth in them. The mystic emotions swirling through them. It’s almost as if…he’s r...

“You’re never allowed to leave my ...

And then he thrusts inside me. My body jerks, and my hip hits the wooden railing behind me. It’s been a long time, and Kirill is fucking huge. A tinge of pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure, an...

I told myself I hated him, and I did, but that didn’t mean I stopped missing him or the animalistic touch that only he could give me. The bastard ruined me for all other men. I can’t look at anyone else and feel this overwhelming pleasure and these damned emotions. No. I roll my hips, taking him as he goes deeper. There are no emotions involved here. There shouldn’t be any emotions. This is only about physical attraction and taking care of each other’s bodily needs.

“My wife.”

He tightens the belt further, and I clench a...

“My w...

Th...

“Fucking ...

Then he‘s kissing me savagely. Like he can’t get enough. Like my taste is everything he needed. It’s only physical. I chant in my head as I kiss him with the same animalistic need. I don’t even care that the railing is digging into my back and that I can feel bruises forming. They’ll be worth it. I love seeing the evidence of our fucking sessions, and maybe that’s part of the reason why I missed him so much. He never shied away from using me for his pleasure. In return, he gave me the most thrilling releases any woman could dream of. We’re primal. We’re raw. And we’re the perfect example of a compatible coupl...

“That’s it, Sol...

he grunts against ...

“Show me how much you wan...

I glare at him even as I jerk my hips and taste him on my tongue. Why does it have to be him? Of all the men on this planet, why do I have to be entangled with the most monstrous of all? Why can’t he be nor...

“You hate it, don...

He darts out his tongue and licks the tip of my nose, ...

“You hate how much you want me and that you can’t stop it. You hate that your body submits to me despite your best efforts. It’s why you’ve been pushing me away all this time, isn’t it? You tried to avoid giving in to this carnal desir...

“S-shu...

I moan the words....

“I’ve been patient, Sasha, and you know patience isn’t exactly my strongest trait. I’m ready to be as patient as you want if it means you’ll come back to me, but I will not...

His thrusts turn wilder and deeper, until my whole body is battered and pliant. Until every inch of me bleeds out right in front of him. It’s only physical., I force my mind to think as I come with a wordless scream. Then I drop my head on his shoulder and bite the space between his neck and collarbone. I don’t care that it’s covered with dry blood. In fact, I bite harder, just to make sure he’s here with me and not out there somewhere injured. It’s only fucking physical. It can’t be any more than that. Kirill goes faster with savage energy. My ass cheeks hit the railing with every thrust. I continue biting him, inflicting as much pain as possible. He groans, then bites my throat, too. And just like that, he comes deep inside me. He pulls out and releases my thigh only so he can sloppily massage my clit with his cum before he thrusts it back into my pussy. I don’t know why the fact that he always does that makes me so hot and bothered within a few seconds. It’s like he doesn’t want a single drop to escape and makes me take it all. We remain like that for a few minutes. I’m catching my...

“Since when are you a vodka person?”

“Since I’m trying to placate my wife.”

She stops herself before rolling her eyes, but she smiles and hides it ...

But the masterpiece is the large hickey I left on the side of her throat earlier. The belt’s red marks surround it, bruising her skin as evidence of who owns her. Spoiler alert: That would be me.

“So you torture him and then what?”

“Then you do with him what you please.”

“You’ll entrust hi...

“Seems fair since he tried to...

“Wow. Is the mighty Kirill giving someone else the final say abou...

“Not someone...