Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

“Run all you like, Sasha, but one of these days, you will confess, ...

I give up trying to look cool and bre...

Me? I’ve been actively trying to avoid Kirill as if my life depends on it. It takes every ounce of professional willpower I have to look him in the eye and not think about the feeling of his body beneath mine. His fingers on my lips. His hand gripping my hip. His erection beneath my ass. His breath, his smell, his warmth. Everything. It’s impossible to forget. I didn’t even get a proper taste, but I still want more. And more. And even…more.

“One punch, right? Anywhere?”

“In the face.”

“I’d hate to ruin your handsom...

A rare smirk curves ...

“You find me ha...

S...

“It’s…common ...

“Uh-huh. Don’t worry, Sasha. You’ll do nothing to my handsome features. Now, are you goin...

Every day, she comes to the training ground dressed in sweatpants that majorly fail to hide the line of her hip and stomach. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m the only one who notices her feminine traits or whether they’re all completely oblivious. She has an hourglass waist, for fuck’s sake. Yes, she hides it, but still, those two fuckers, Maksim and Yuri, are touchy with her all the time. They also had the audacity to ask Viktor if they could take over the night duty for Sasha so she could get some sleep. I had Viktor shoo them away in his signature unwelcoming tone. Fuck those two. Sasha will remain on night duty indefinitely. She spends the night right outside my room. I’d prefer it if she were inside, but she refuses. Because she’s carefully keeping her distance. Except for when it’s time to fight.

she did look at me with those defiant eyes that get me all fucking hard. No. It’s the idea of what look I could put in those eyes that gets me hard.

“Let’s go. I know just the right thing to do so you can relax.” Maksim gathers her by the shoulder, and she uses him for support in order to walk. My eyes narrow, but I soon conceal it. The right thing to do to help her relax. That’s what he said, unless I’m hearing things. I’m about to follow after, when my phone rings.

Turns out, the place where Maksim wanted Sasha to go ahead of him is the sauna. I halt and shove a hand in my pocket, then slide my glasses up my nose. Is this woman planning on sweating in the sauna with…Maksim? It takes me a couple of minutes to try and ease the fire that’s mounting in my chest. I partially fail, because when Maksim reappears, two drinks in hand, I honestly wonder why I shouldn’t snap his neck.

“One moment, Maks!”

she calls.

“I’ll be out in...

Maks. That’s what she calls him when they’re alone. Fucking Maks. The only reason I don’t break the door to the bathroom open is because I have a better plan. I remove my shirt, shoes, pants, and boxer briefs, then hang them in one of the lockers. After I wrap a towel around my waist, I head to the sauna and add more charcoal to the pit, making it unbearably hot. Then I lounge on the wooden bench, watching the entrance. A few minutes later, Sasha appears at the door, wearing a bathrobe. Her hair is longer now, falling to her nape. Usually, she ties it in a small ponytail, but n...

“This is the first time I’ve done this. Promise it w...

“I’m afraid I...

Her head whips up, and I revel in the way her lips part and her skin turns a deep shade of red in a fraction of a second. Patience is my strongest attribute, but that doesn’t seem to be the case when it comes to this woman....

Kirill lounges leisurely on one of the wooden benches, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, hinting at the inked V line and teasing the toned muscles of his stomach. His skin glistens with humidity, drawing more attention to his slick, defined abs. Despite the low orange light in the sauna, everything about him pops—his tattoos, his muscular superiority, and his monstrous strength.

Leaning back on his elbows, he tilts his head in my direction.

“Are you going to stand there all day?”

“Where’s ...

“Maksim has an errand...

“I…will just come back after y...

“Nonsense. Co...

“That’s an order, Sasha. Get in here.”

I glance back, only to find him leaning on both elbows, eyes closed, and legs nonchalantly parted, offering a glimpse of his cock through the opening of the towel. And he’s…hard. Or getting there, at least. This is one of those times when I should look away. One problem, though—I can’t bring myself to. In fact, my head tilts to the side so I can get a better view. It doesn’t help that I’ve been on fire since the moment I walked in here. The view turns the air hotter, boiling even.

“Like what you see?”

The raspy quality of his voice catches me completely off guard, and I gulp, ch...

“N...

“You’re still ogling my co...

I stare ahead, my cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. Damn it. Why did I...

“You look uncomfo...

His sinful voice carries ...

“Are you perhaps hot and ...

Something cold meets my overheated skin, and I carefully look to the side to find Kirill placing a glass of alcohol against my cheek. But that’s not the problem. He’s close, like way too close. So close that I can follow the droplet of perspiration sliding over his collarbone, to his chest, and then down… I catch myself before I touch the droplet’s resting place. I’m acting like a major pervert, and the worst part is, I can’t stop it. Must be because the heat is boiling my brain.

“Want a drink?”

His voice lowers, so sinister in nature, I actually swallow. I reach for the glass, but he keeps it out of reach.

“Never said it’d be f...

“I can go get my ow...

“You can, but you won’t, because I wo...

His free hand slides up the collar of my bathrobe, subtly brushing his fingers against the skin of my breastbone. I shudder, my lips parting as I attempt and fail to subdue my reaction. Then, in one violent go, he shoves the bathrobe down. My breasts bounce from their confinement, and the belt opens, revealing my black boxer briefs. I gasp as the reality of the situation comes into focus. Not only am I half naked, but I’m also not moving or attempting to cover myself. Why am I not moving…? Kirill slides his finger from the pulse point of my neck, down to my collarbone, and then over the slope of my breasts. A strange sound echoes in the air, and I realize with utter horror that it came from me. I’ve never been touched by this level of blinding control before. There’s no hesitation or slow exploration like I experienced with my high school boyfriend. And Kirill is definitely not a boy. He’s a man who knows exactly what he’s doing and handles me with nonnegotiable firmness. I’m paralyzed in the path of his madness. A part of me screams at me to stop this. There’s a reason I shouldn’t want this man, but I can’t access my ...

“You’re so fucking be...

He twists my nipple again, harder, with sure intent that ma...

“Temp...

Another pinch, and mor...