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

Being kissed by Kirill has always been an experience, but this kiss? It’s as if I’m facing a hurricane and my only choice is to let myself be whisked away.

He captures my chin, his fingers pressing on the skin with nonnegotiable power. Everything about him brims with control and command.

His touch.

His chest that’s pressing against mine.

His hand that’s glued to my back.

My lips are pried open—or maybe I willingly let them part.

Emotions cloud my head until I can’t tell which is which anymore.

That slight hesitation is what Kirill needs to invade my mouth. His teeth nibble on my tongue, the pressure rising in increments, holding me hostage in its intensity. Just when I think he’ll cut the skin, he sucks on the assaulted part.

I bite him back just as hard, maybe even harder. I have to inflict pain for all the confusion, the betrayal, the disappointment.

I want to hurt him.

No, I need to hurt him for everything he made me go through just because I stupidly loved him.

This time, a metallic taste explodes in my mouth. He has to taste it, too, but he doesn’t stop or pause in his mission to conquer me.

I hold his jaw with my shaky fingers and throw my hand that’s holding the gun on his shoulder.

Kirill isn’t deterred by how I drew his blood. In fact, he lowers his hand to my throat and squeezes as he kisses me deeper, nearly sucking my soul out of my mouth.

And you know what? I’m doing the same.

I went months without touching him, and now that I’m finally doing that, I can’t stop.

I won’t stop.

This is all because of whatever foolish emotions are running through me and the damning thoughts I had earlier. I believed he was dead or hurt or had been taken, and only by touching him again am I finally convinced that he’s alive.

I could put an end to this now.

I should.

That’s what I tell myself as I meet him stroke for stroke. Our heartbeats thunder against one another’s, and I revel in that.

I memorize it in the deepest part of my soul so that I can revisit it when he isn’t by my side. Kirill’s heartbeat has always been mild, unperturbed, and completely controlled. Like the man himself.

This is the first time he’s ever let his emotions explode.

I feel the bursts through his bites, the controlling way he squeezes my throat, and how his lips invade mine in a war of dominance.

A yelp rips out of me when he releases my neck, slips both hands beneath my thighs, and lifts me up. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his sculpted waist and let my arms rest on top of his shoulders.

He walks toward the cabin without cutting off the kiss. In fact, it’s deeper, more animalistic in nature, as if he’s trying to engrave himself into me.

Brand me.

Completely own me.

He kicks the door open and slams me against the nearest wall. The thud sends a shock wave through my back, but I can’t focus on that when he throws down his gun and wrenches his lips from mine.

He doesn’t pull away.

Doesn’t look away either.

Our foreheads meet, and he releases a long, charged breath that mixes with my shaky one.

“I thought I’d lost you again.” He lifts a hand from my thigh and strokes my hair, my cheek, and my swollen lips. He touches me everywhere as if wanting—no, needing—to make sure I’m actually here.

I don’t mean to, but my hand loses its grip on the gun, and I unload it before I let it hit the ground.

My hands hesitate before I grasp the strands at the back of his head.

“I thought you were hurt.” My whisper sounds convoluted in the tense air.

Kirill slowly opens his eyes, and I stop breathing at their intensity. “So you came out to save me?”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me, Sasha. Not now.”

I remain silent, scared of voicing the thoughts I had earlier out loud. Hell, I’m terrified to admit them to myself.

“Very well. We’ll do it your way then.”

His lips devour mine again, this time hungrier, angrier, and brimming with a decadent rage I’ve never felt before.

He clutches my hand and drags me up the flight of stairs, then stops in the middle and glues my back against the wooden railing that creaks at the impact. When he puts me down, I can barely stand on my unsteady legs.

“What are you doing—” My question is cut off when he bites my lower lip. One of his hands squeezes my breast through my shirt while the other unzips my pants and yanks them down.

My legs clench together, but that only manages to heighten the throbbing pressure between my thighs.

“You seem to have this strange idea that you could leave me, Sasha.” He slides his fingers over my panties, and they’re wet. They’ve been like that since he started kissing me senseless.

Despite myself, I find my heart and body reacting to Kirill’s presence and touch in the most wanton way.

My hips jerk when he slowly but firmly circles his fingers around my clit, stimulating, but not really giving it enough attention.

I tilt my head back, held hostage by the torturous bursts of pleasure.

Kirill wraps his hand around my throat and flings my attention back to him. “Eyes on me.”

My gaze clashes with his icy one. Only, there’s fire there now. A dangerous flame that could and would engulf everything in its path—me included.