Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

She buries her face in my chest again and nuzzles her nose in my clothes. My hand twitches, but I have no fucking clue if it’s to remove her or hold her closer to me. One thing’s for certain, her closeness has become fucking unbearable ever since the day she ‘unknowingly’ dry humped me. I was seconds away from pinning her down, tearing her clothes off, biting her skin, and fucking her until she cried and screamed. Every time she’s come close since, I’ve been having the same images. Only, they’ve intensified tenfold. Like right now. It doesn’t matter that she’s grieving or having a weak moment that she hates so much. All I can think about is biting, marking, and sucking on her skin. Maybe even confiscating these tears so that they belong only to me. So no one else but me will be able to see her in this state. My body goes rigid despite myself. The weight of the image and the need to act on it are clashing, and the only loser is my resolve. If Sasha notices the change, she doesn’t act on it and continues crying in my chest. I close my eyes and tip my head up. Fuck. These are going to be the longest few hours of my life.