Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)

by Rina Kent

I’m a man with no morals or feelings. The only reason I made it this far is to reign. Nothing and no one will stop me. Or that should’ve been the plan. Now, my only goal is to get back the woman who belongs to me. Sasha thinks it’s all over, but we’re only getting started. She’s my woman. My partner. My wife. Mine.

“I must say.” He pokes her cheek as if she’s a lifeless doll. “You look like this pretty boy Sasha who was Kirill’s guard. You even share the same name.” “Are you serious?” Rai rolls her eyes. “She is Sasha.” “Oh.” He studies her closely again, and I’m tempted to poke his eyes out and break that finger he’s touching her with. “You became a woman?” he asks like a fucking idiot. “I was always a woman, Damien.” “Oooh. That’s why you were a pretty boy. Makes sense.” He pokes her cheek again. “You look much better as a woman.” That’s it.

“My wife.” He tightens the belt further, and I clench around his cock. “My woman.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.”

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“I’ll keep you posted on any progress I make.” “Is that going to happen anytime soon?” “No.” “Why the fuck not?” “Because you have a very important role to play.” “What?” His eyes light up. “Another war?” “Marriage.” “How can that substitute for fucking war, Pakhan?” “It does. In case you didn’t know, marriage can be a war at times. Isn’t that right, Adrian?” He grumbles an affirmative sound. “The worst you’ll ever have, Orlov.” “Word,” I agree. “Your wife will try to win at every turn, and you have to lose. Willingly.” “Fuck no. I’m losing no war.” “There’s no winning in marriage,” Adrian says. “Your wife is the only one you’ll relinquish power to, or you have to be prepared to lose her.” I nod. “Sometimes, you have to pretend you lost her just to get her back.” His brow furrows the more we talk. “This is so fucking confusing. I’m gonna win. End of story.” “Too new,” I tell Adrian. “Too inexperienced,” he replies. “He’s going to learn the hard way.” “And we’re going to enjoy watching every second of it.” “Hey!” He stares between us. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I also don’t want you to stay with me just because of the baby,” he says. Oh. “But…you want me to stay?” “Only if you love me.” He takes my hands in his. “If you don’t, I will pursue you again and for as long as it takes until you fall head over heels for me.” “Then, the divorce…” “I was testing you. The word divorce doesn’t exist in my dictionary with you. The day I married you, I promised to be your husband till death do us part, and I intend to keep that promise. I already lost you once, I’ll be damned if I lose you again.” My throat closes. “Does that mean you love me?” He caresses my hair in gentle strokes. “I don’t only love you. I’m nothing without you. I don’t know when it started or when it grew into this fiery explosion, but I know for a fact that you’ve become an undivided part of me. You’re the solace I need every night and the light I look forward to every morning. I might have strived for power and prestige, but it took losing you to realize that my universe revolves around you.”

“Does that mean if I ask you to stop being Pakhan, you’ll give up the position for me?” He catches hold of my hand and kisses my palm. “Today if you want.” “Really?” “Whatever my beautiful wife wants.” “But you worked so hard for it.” “That position means nothing without you.” “Oh, Kirill.” I throw myself in his arms. “Of course I won’t ask you to give up your hard-earned power. I’ll stand by your side every step of the way.” “Does that mean you still love me?” I pull back and stroke his cheek. “I never stopped, idiot. It’s hard to live without you and impossible to forget you, but I had no choice in loving you.” “Good. Because I don’t intend to ever let you go.” “Even if I hate you sometimes?” “Especially then.” “Even if I’m difficult?” “I’m difficult, too.” “Even if you get tired of me?” “I’d get tired of the world, but never you, wife.” “You better not.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Because I will also never let you go, husband.” I’m his. He’s mine. And neither of us has a say in it.

We met as broken beings, but now we’re putting each other together again. One piece at a time. We were separate entities, but now, we’re one. I’m hers. She’s fucking mine. Until death do us part.