Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

It doesn’t help that a jolt travels through me whenever he calls me Sasha. It’s new and sounds intimate whenever he says it.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

My heart lunges, reacting to the insistence in his voice.

I simply can’t afford to be distracted. So I nod. The moment I do, it’s like I’ve removed a spell.

I give the illusion that I’ll go for her legs again and she steps back, but when she does, I grab her by the throat and push her against the nearest wall. Her whole body goes slack, whether due to the blow or my closeness, I don’t know. She doesn’t even attempt to fight my grip, but she does try to kick me. I tighten my hold on her neck, giving her enough room to breathe, but not enough to encourage a fight.

She places her chin on my chest, staring up at me with eyes so wretched and full of pain, they nearly appear black.

“Am I cursed?”

“Only if you believe you are. Try to think th...

An ironic smile lifts the corner of h...

“You make it sound ...

“You can make i...

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 ...

My breath catches when I’m caught in his suffocating attention. Kirill stands there for a beat, eyes cold, hooded, and full of contempt. The expression disappears as soon as it appeared, and then he rounds the corner.

I’ve been this fidgety and out of sorts ever since he let me hug him in the cottage yesterday. He didn’t physically comfort me, but his presence was enough to create a sense of safety. It’s how I managed to pull myself together and abandon the suicidal thought of throwing myself into a dangerous situation. He didn’t need to say anything or to even touch me. Just the feel of his hard muscles and steady heartbeat were enough to silence the demons inside me. I was relying on myself for years and that entailed burying my emotions and struggling to survive. I got so used to that feeling until that small moment when he let me hug him. Having someone there for a change was dangerously addictive.

“I will be your boss, and I will demand complete obedience.”

“I understand.”

“I’m not joking, Sasha. Out of here, it’s not martial law. It’s my law. Y...

I nod again. Yes, I might be going to a more dangerous place than where I am right now, but that’s better than being stuck in the same environment and doing nothing but surviving. If putting my life in this emo...

Whatever her reason, I don’t give a fuck. She made the mistake of offering her existence to me and I’ll have so much fun molding her into whatever the fuck I wish her to be. Usually, this isn’t a game I like to play, but then again, no one toys with my steel-like control the way innocent-looking Sasha does.

I push my glasses up my nose with my middle and ring fingers.

“Don’t leave my side. Got it?”

She swallows twice before...

“Yes,...

My lips twitch as I face the entrance again. I like how she calls me sir; it’s different from...

Now. It’s time for my reign. I won’t stop as a higher-up in the Bratva. Sooner or later, I’ll have the whole fucking thing. He was right about one thing, my father. I will eat the world for breakfast and that still won’t be enough.

I inspect the cut on his arm, and my hands get soaked with blood. It’s a huge gash that slashes through some of his tattoos.

“This will definitely need stitches. If you could remove me so easily, you could’ve blocked her attack, too.”

“I could’ve...

“You totally could, but you chose ...

“She needed to get that one in, or her anger wouldn’...

“You’re really...

“Makes two ...

I clear my ...

“Is there a doctor in this place? There must be with all the houses and departments. Can’t yo...

My words are cut off when a warm finger traces the pale skin near the pulse point of my throat. He’s s...

“Next time, when something like this happens, do not, under any circumstances, put your...

I try to swallow, but it’s stuck, just lik...

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do as...

“No. There are always better solutions that don’t includ...

“I…wasn’t trying to...

“Really,...

My lips part, and my train of thought flies out the window because his finger has moved up. He’s fully exploring my throat now, tracing, touching, and leaving an inferno of goosebumps in his wake. I can’t for the life of me focus on anything other than his sensually dark touch. Th...

“You were ready to allow yourself to be stabbed in the same shoulder that’s injured because you were playing the martyr. That business...

“...

“...

The edge in his voice would send anyone running, including me, but I have to put ...

“I don’t understand how Viktor and the others claim to be your guards while allowing your so-called family members to attack you. Whatever the reason, I’m not like them. You hired me to be your ...

“Sa...

It’s a warning laced with an unspoken threat. His icy eyes shimmer with the hint of danger that’s part of who he is. He’s a cold, emotionless man who doesn’t seem to care about the danger he brought on himself the moment he stepped foot in his house. No wonder he chose freezing Russia over this. He might be emotionless, but I’m not. Kirill has saved ...