Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)

by Rina Kent

I slide my arm around her waist and pull her to me so suddenly, a few droplets of...

“My w...

Despite her best attempts to seem unperturbed, a pink hue covers her cheeks. I stroke those cheeks as if I can feel the blush against my skin. Sasha remain...

“Have I told you that you look hot when you allow you...

“Save...

She inche...

“I don’t even put on makeup or anything, so there’s no need...

“What the fuck are you talk...

I haul her back to my side again, trying not to get personally offended at the way she cr...

“I don’t give a fuck about makeup. I’m talking about you and your s...

“I knew blondes were y...

she grumbles....

“Is that why you dyed...

“N...

She looks the other way like the most horrible liar who eve...

“You told me you were blonde, too, when I first got eng...

“I don’t remembe...

“You also said you could be like her. Were yo...

“No. Kristina who? I haven’t thought about he...

Even as she says that, her cheeks redden and ...

This shows that she cares, no matter how much she denies it. She can fight me all she wants as long as she stays by my side. I will make sure she never has a way out. Not even one. Divorce? I don’t believe in that fucking word when it comes to her.

“Why did you marry me, anyway?”

she asks after ...

“You could’ve easily gotten yourself another bargain or partnersh...

“Because you asked me...

She swallows thickly and her next word comes o...

“W...

“You said, and I quote, ‘If I wanted to be your wife, would you make it happen...

“Even though you don’t believe in the...

“I do now. And you know what? I’m still fucking enraged that you faked your death, but I’ll h...

Her lips part, and slowly, too slowly, she lays her head on my shoulder. Now, I’d like to point out that my cock is not amused at the prospect of having his promised round two sabotaged, but she’s been through a lot today, and I can allow her to sleep. Or that’s what I think as I, myself, close my eyes. She grip...

He’s more concerned about fucking me every chance he gets. I’d be lying if I said I don’t enjoy being cornered by him all day long. I’ve been weirdly horny lately, and he indulges me whenever possible. Kirill has always had an animalistic sex drive, but I never thought it’d get worse. Not only does he view every opportunity as a chance to fuck my brains out, but he also doesn’t finish and goes on and on until I’m spent, motionless, and on the verge of collapsing. I think he does that so he’ll have the chance to help me shower and bathe and then make me sleep cocooned in his arms. And the greatest miracle? He’s actually been sleeping. Every night. Sometimes with his head on my chest. Other times with my head on his.

He’s offered to teach me how to cook since I’ve always mentioned I wanted to learn how. He brings me flowers every morning, then places them in a vase. No kidding. Kirill, who kills for sport, is picking flowers for me like some doting lover. Sometimes, we talk until late into the night. Other times, we go hiking until we reach the peak and then he watches me scream at the top of my lungs with a huge grin on his face. He’s been giving me deep massages to loosen my muscles. In part, he’s doing it so I’m more energized for the next fucking session, but I take it with gratefulness. I know these things don’t come naturally to him. He’s putting in the effort for me. He’s letting me see the side of him that I’ve only dreamed of. Kirill’s time all for myself? His smiles? His laughs? His fooling around? His whole attention? Not in my wildest imagination would I have thought this would be possible. But it is. And it’s starting to terrify the shit out of me.

everything good comes to an end. Everything.

His arm wraps around the small of my back, eliciting sharp goosebumps on my naked skin.

One moment I’m standing there and the next, he’s grabbing me by the throat, his fingers pressing on the sides so that I’m immobilized.

“Understand this, wife.”

He speaks so close to my face, his mouth almost touches my cheek.

“There are no options for you other than me. If you keep insisting there are, I will make you watch as I slaugh...

Something is definitely wrong with me. Otherwise, why the hell are his savage touch and crazy words turning the temperature in my body up a notch? Maybe I’m as screwed up as he is. Maybe the reason I fell for him in the first place was bec...

“Seems like you need a reminder of who the fuck you belong to.”

He hovers over me like an angry god, his chest rising and falling heavily. His thin gray shirt sticks to his muscles, leaving little to the imagination. He pulls down my shorts and I hiss in a breath as the fabric creates friction against my swollen clit. He throws the shorts aside.

“You’re even wearing nothing ...

“You told me ...

He slaps my pussy and I jerk. Holy shit. Is that suppose...

“Shhh. Not another fucking wo...

“Fuck...

He slaps my pussy again and then rubs my clit. My head rolls back as my core throbs to life. I think I’m going to come, b...

“Which part of shut the fuck up do you not un...

He hovers over me so that his knees are on either side of my head and yanks me up by a handful of my hair. Pain explodes in my scalp, but I don’t have time to focus on that as he fr...