Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)

by Rina Kent

“W...

“In three months, you’ll give me a divorce and we’ll be out of ...

He starts to give his irritating knee-jerk response of ‘No,’...

“It’s either that or you give me a divorce right n...

“Very well p...

He says it with tension, even as he smiles and offer...

“Take it,...

I slap it out of the way and say as I b...

“I’m not your wife, Kirill. I’m your fu...

Sasha is alive. My wife isn’t lying six feet under in a cold grave. I buried her bones with my own hands and forced myself to look at her disfigured skeletal face because I thought that was the last time I’d see her. Even if she didn’t look like my Sasha anymore, I had to engrave the last image of her in my memory. But it turns out that it was all an act to fool me. She wanted to leave me so badly that she faked her own death and, consequently, drove a sharp spear into my chest. The wound is gaping open and bleeding worse than the literal bullet she put in my arm. Yes, she shot me, but it was less because she wanted to kill me and more because she was scared I’d touch her. The mere thought of my skin on hers terrified her so much that it triggered her defense mechanism. Her non-dominant leg was literally bent back in case she decided to run.

she probably thought she’d left me for good. That she can still leave me. In her fucking dreams. The only reason I agreed to her absurd three-month condition is because that was the only way to make her come with me. Do I plan to keep my part of the deal? Fuck no. But she doesn’t need to know that.

She’s glowing as a blonde. Also fierce. Angry as fuck, too. And that makes my dick twitch with the need to fuck that anger out of both of us.

She might not have killed me, but she would’ve tortured me by another highly effective method—disappearing on me. Forbidding me from seeing her ever again. She would’ve vanished to where I couldn’t find her and punished both of us for the rest of our lives. And we can’t have that, now, can we?

She’s either escaping in her mind or giving me the silent treatment or both. Not that I mind. I didn’t expect her to come around this fast, but as long as she’s here, I can come up with multiple methods to win her back.

The bleeding isn’t as severe as earlier, but there’s still hemorrhaging, and I might have lost more blood than my body can afford to. I’m still not interested in treating it until I get Sasha back home. What if she runs off on me again? In the mansion, I have enough power to stop her from leaving. She steps between me and the driver's door. Her face is still closed off, lips pursed, and brows pulled together in an adorable frown.

“I’ll drive.”

I s...

“Worried abo...

“More like I don’t want to get into an accident if you drop dead agains...

“You wound me in my little black hear...

She sinks her fingers into my wound and then digs them inside with the intention of inflicting pain.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

I groan as my arm catches fire and pulses. Yes, it hurts, but ...

“It feels good when you ...

Sasha releases me with a jerk, her hand all messed up with my blood. If we add my cum to the equation, it...

I will never—and I mean ever—let her go. Not even if I have to suffocate her in the process.

Sasha reaches into the glove compartment, her hand touching my thigh, and that slight movement twitches my dick against its confinement. It’s been too long since I got a taste of her and let’s just say my cock has been having a strained affair with my hand that he’s ready to end. My wife retrieves a first aid kit and then turns me around so that I’m facing her. She doesn’t look at me as she wraps a bandage around my bicep and over the gash she gave me as a reunion gift. The first few wraps soak with blood immediately, but she keeps going while applying pressure. Her brow is furrowed, but I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been apart; she’ll always worry about me and make sure I’m not hurt.

“Your care is touching.”

“Get over yourself. If you die, Viktor will kill Anton. This is o...

“Hmm. We’ll have to agree to have different definitions for ...

Sasha smiles sweetly after she ties the bandage against my injury and then practically throws my arm aside. She wants to prove that she could and would hurt me? Fine...

“Oh, I’m ...

She feigns in...

“Did that...

“Anything for my beauti...

I smile even as pain throbs in my arm and extends to the rest of my body. Her humor disappears, and she hits the engine button and then speeds down the dirt road. She’s caught off-balance. Good. As long as I still affect her, I’ll get to her. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, or next month. I don’t give a fuck. One day, she’ll get tired of this silent treatment kink and go back to other entertaining kinks. I lean on the headrest and stare at her as she drives with pursed lips and hawk-like concentr...

“Stop looking at me l...

she grinds out without loo...

“Like ...

She casts a fleeting glance my way and waves her hand i...

“Like whatever t...

“This is me getting my fill of you after two months of believ...

Her attention remains on the road, but her lips part before she cl...

“How did you fall for that? Just because I left the ring ...

“The DNA test was a perfect match. I suppose you falsified it so your careful plot would dri...

The fact that I didn’t double-check the DNA results makes me want to strangle the...

“I…didn’t falsify a...

“Maybe your damn brot...

The moment I stand, dizziness takes hold of me, and I slam against the side of the vehicle. Did I overestimate my ability to not bleed out? Probably. Sasha rushes in my direction, then stops at the last second and clenches her fists as if recalling that she shouldn’t be caring about my well-being anymore.

“Can’t keep it together?”