Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

The dark possessiveness in his words should scare me, and it does to an extent, but I can’t think straight with him pounding me to within an inch of my life. His rhythm is as intense as he is. He fucks with his usual control, but sometimes, he goes so fast and so hard that even he can’t control it. His glasses fog up from sweat and exertion, and he throws them aside and then ramps up the intensity. My breasts bounce and ache from the arousal, and my hips hit the marble counter a few times. The sting of pain adds to the savage pleasure building in my core. All of a sudden, he tightens his grip on my throat and cuts off my oxygen. I can’t breathe. I can’t… Just when I think I’m going to die, I come. And then air and ecstasy rush through me all at once. I start to fall over, but Kirill pushes me down against the counter. The shock of cold hits my heated skin, and my hard nipples scrape against the marble. But those bursts of discomfort are forgotten when he grips me by the back of my neck and fucks me through my orgasm. He goes deeper, pulls out, then drives back in again and again. Then he rams into me with the lethality of an animal. He is an animal. A monster who can’t get enough. Not even when I start crying from how intense it gets. Not even when I think I’ll actually pass out. Kirill doesn’t stop or slow down, and he certainly doesn’t finish. He fucks me on and on, until pleasure begins to blend with pain. Until I don’t know if I ever want him to stop. The way he takes...