Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

And for some reason, I want to be beautiful to him. I want him to kiss me like he can’t get enough of me, like he did in his office the other day. I love when Kirill kisses me. That’s the only time he feels more like a man than a monster. My thoughts scatter when he grabs me by the wrist and hauls me off the bed. I stumble and nearly fall, but his grip keeps me upright. I have to jog to keep up with his wide strides as he leads me to the en-suite bathroom. The strong white light blinds me as the sparkling marble counter and giant mirror come into view. He pushes me against the sink and stands behind me with the eeriness of the Grim Reaper. His eyes flash to a scary darkening blue that resembles an angry ocean. I don’t even focus on the fact that I’m stark naked while he’s fully clothed. All I see in the mirror is an entity of violence. He releases my wrist just to close his hand around my throat from behind. The grip is firm enough that I go to my tiptoes, but it’s not meant to steal my breath. This is a grip of control. So I know exactly who’s in charge of this situation. His other hand drifts over my hip, leaving goosebumps in its wake, then disappears between my throbbing thighs. Two of his fingers thrust inside my core, and I go still. My skin turns red, and I’m forced to see every detail of my embarrassment in the mirror in front of us. I have to see the two whitening scars on my side from the massacre and the ugly hole in my shoulder from when I was shot. When I tr...