Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy #3) by Rina Kent

When we arrive at the car, I open the driver’s door with my good hand. However, my wound pulses with pain that travels all the way to my chest. I groan deep in my throat and close my eyes for a brief second to control the discomfort.

The bleeding isn’t as severe as earlier, but there’s still hemorrhaging, and I might have lost more blood than my body can afford to.

I’m still not interested in treating it until I get Sasha back home. What if she runs off on me again?

In the mansion, I have enough power to stop her from leaving.

She steps between me and the driver's door. Her face is still closed off, lips pursed, and brows pulled together in an adorable frown. “I’ll drive.”

I smile. “Worried about me?”

“More like I don’t want to get into an accident if you drop dead against the steering wheel.”

“You wound me in my little black heart, Solnyshko.”

She grinds her teeth and glares up at me with her ethereal eyes. They look brown now, dark, and infested with an unhealthy dose of hate.

Her face is soft and delicate but a bit pale. She’s lost weight and some of her natural glow. Dark circles line the contours of her tired eyes.

I hope she’s suffered as badly as I have.

I hope she couldn’t fucking sleep at night, and I infiltrated her nightmares as brutally as she invaded mine.

She sinks her fingers into my wound and then digs them inside with the intention of inflicting pain. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

I groan as my arm catches fire and pulses. Yes, it hurts, but I don’t give a fuck. “It feels good when you touch me.”

Sasha releases me with a jerk, her hand all messed up with my blood. If we add my cum to the equation, it will look like a masterpiece.

But that’s a thought for another occasion.

“You must really have some screws loose.” She clicks her tongue. “How come you’re not threatening me back with bodily harm?”

“You’re the only one on the list of people I refrain from threatening.”

“Funny because you’re holding my brother’s life for ransom.”

“That’s a different issue.”

“How is it different? You know what? Forget it. You’ll just twist the words around so that the situation plays in your favor, and it’ll just piss me off more. Let’s get this over with.”

I smile.

She really is able to read me better than anyone else. Not even Viktor and his shadowing skills could measure up to her.

Sasha is trying to have a clean break, but she’s failing miserably. The more I hear her talk, the deeper she gets herself into the exact situation she’s running away from.

I will never—and I mean ever—let her go.

Not even if I have to suffocate her in the process.

She puts her rifle in the back and settles into the driver's seat as I struggle to get in.

Sasha reaches into the glove compartment, her hand touching my thigh, and that slight movement twitches my dick against its confinement.

It’s been too long since I got a taste of her and let’s just say my cock has been having a strained affair with my hand that he’s ready to end.

My wife retrieves a first aid kit and then turns me around so that I’m facing her. She doesn’t look at me as she wraps a bandage around my bicep and over the gash she gave me as a reunion gift. The first few wraps soak with blood immediately, but she keeps going while applying pressure.

Her brow is furrowed, but I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips.

It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been apart; she’ll always worry about me and make sure I’m not hurt.

“Your care is touching.”

“Get over yourself. If you die, Viktor will kill Anton. This is only for my brother.”

“Hmm. We’ll have to agree to have different definitions for this gesture—fuck.”

Sasha smiles sweetly after she ties the bandage against my injury and then practically throws my arm aside.

She wants to prove that she could and would hurt me? Fine. I’ll let her do that to her heart's content.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She feigns innocence. “Did that hurt?”

“Anything for my beautiful wife.” I smile even as pain throbs in my arm and extends to the rest of my body.

Her humor disappears, and she hits the engine button and then speeds down the dirt road.

She’s caught off-balance.

Good.

As long as I still affect her, I’ll get to her. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, or next month. I don’t give a fuck.

One day, she’ll get tired of this silent treatment kink and go back to other entertaining kinks.

I lean on the headrest and stare at her as she drives with pursed lips and hawk-like concentration.

The more I watch, the tighter she grips the steering wheel. It’s subtle at first, but in no time, her knuckles turn white.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she grinds out without looking at me.

“Like what?”

She casts a fleeting glance my way and waves her hand in a vague gesture. “Like whatever that is.”

“This is me getting my fill of you after two months of believing you were dead.”

Her attention remains on the road, but her lips part before she clamps them shut again. “How did you fall for that? Just because I left the ring and the bracelet?”