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

The first few weeks after I left for Russia were physical and emotional hell. I told myself I hated him, and I did, but that didn’t mean I stopped missing him or the animalistic touch that only he could give me.

The bastard ruined me for all other men. I can’t look at anyone else and feel this overwhelming pleasure and these damned emotions.

No.

I roll my hips, taking him as he goes deeper. There are no emotions involved here. There shouldn’t be any emotions.

This is only about physical attraction and taking care of each other’s bodily needs.

“My wife.” He tightens the belt further, and I clench around his cock. “My woman.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.”

Then he‘s kissing me savagely. Like he can’t get enough. Like my taste is everything he needed.

It’s only physical.

I chant in my head as I kiss him with the same animalistic need. I don’t even care that the railing is digging into my back and that I can feel bruises forming.

They’ll be worth it.

I love seeing the evidence of our fucking sessions, and maybe that’s part of the reason why I missed him so much.

He never shied away from using me for his pleasure. In return, he gave me the most thrilling releases any woman could dream of.

We’re primal. We’re raw. And we’re the perfect example of a compatible couple during sex.

Kirill squeezes my thigh, pulls out almost completely, then rams back in. He hits my sensitive spot over and over until my moans echo around us.

“That’s it, Solnyshko,” he grunts against my mouth. “Show me how much you want my cock.”

I glare at him even as I jerk my hips and taste him on my tongue.

Why does it have to be him? Of all the men on this planet, why do I have to be entangled with the most monstrous of all?

Why can’t he be normal?

Probably because you’re not normal yourself, Sasha.

“You hate it, don’t you?” He darts out his tongue and licks the tip of my nose, then my upper lip. “You hate how much you want me and that you can’t stop it. You hate that your body submits to me despite your best efforts. It’s why you’ve been pushing me away all this time, isn’t it? You tried to avoid giving in to this carnal desire, but here’s the thing. You can never run away from me, wife.”

“S-shut up,” I moan the words. Damn it.

“I’ve been patient, Sasha, and you know patience isn’t exactly my strongest trait. I’m ready to be as patient as you want if it means you’ll come back to me, but I will not be hearing that you’re leaving me ever again.”

His thrusts turn wilder and deeper, until my whole body is battered and pliant. Until every inch of me bleeds out right in front of him.

It’s only physical., I force my mind to think as I come with a wordless scream. Then I drop my head on his shoulder and bite the space between his neck and collarbone.

I don’t care that it’s covered with dry blood. In fact, I bite harder, just to make sure he’s here with me and not out there somewhere injured.

It’s only fucking physical. It can’t be any more than that.

Kirill goes faster with savage energy. My ass cheeks hit the railing with every thrust.

I continue biting him, inflicting as much pain as possible. He groans, then bites my throat, too.

And just like that, he comes deep inside me. He pulls out and releases my thigh only so he can sloppily massage my clit with his cum before he thrusts it back into my pussy.

I don’t know why the fact that he always does that makes me so hot and bothered within a few seconds. It’s like he doesn’t want a single drop to escape and makes me take it all.

We remain like that for a few minutes. I’m catching my breath while he’s sucking and nibbling on my throat. There’s definitely going to be a dark hickey there tomorrow.

As I lay my head on his shoulder, the pleasure haze slowly clears, and bleak reality punches me in the face.

There’s no denying it now.

I’m relapsing to old habits.





17





KIRILL





Sasha has pulled away from me.

She used the pretense of needing a shower, and since I had to call Viktor, I let her go.

For now.

After washing up in the downstairs shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and dry my hair with another one.

With the phone at my ear, I walk into the living room.

“You need anything, Boss?” Viktor replies with a half-sleepy tone.

I forgot that it was early in the morning. And while Viktor needs the sleep after months of being deprived, there isn’t time for it.

“We were attacked tonight.”

There’s silence on the other end, followed by a fumbling noise. Something knocks on his end as he says in a sobered-up voice, “I’ll be there in a few.”

“No.”

“What the fuck do you mean by no? I told you it was a stupid idea to be on your own without any protection.”

“Is this the moment where you say I told you so?”

“I’m not in the mood for joking. I should’ve stayed.” I hear the rustle of clothes and the sound of a belt.

“Stop changing. You’re not coming, and if you do, I’m going to lock you the hell up with Maksim and Anton. You hated the atmosphere there the other time, so maybe you’ll change your mind if you spend a few more days in their company.”