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

My erection thickens and strains against my boxer briefs, demanding her heat.

I manage to stay in place, though, patiently waiting for her to get her ass over here.

My expression must be unwelcoming, though, because Sasha pauses when she finally reaches me. Her inquisitive eyes plunge into mine as if she’s trying to get a read on the situation.

“Get my cock out,” I order in a closed-off tone.

Her soft hands unbuckle my pants, and she fumbles with my zipper and boxer briefs before she frees my cock.

It’s been semi-hard during the whole show, but it gets painfully hard in her hold. She has to take it in both hands, stroking gently as she peeks up at me.

My palm covers her cheek, and she leans into my touch, eyes closing briefly.

“Don’t just caress it, Solnyshko. Choke on my cock.”

A shiver goes through her, but she slides me in as far and as gently as she can without triggering her gag reflex. Then she pulls it out and licks and sucks on the crown before sliding it back in again. The friction of her wet little mouth has me hard as fuck.

But that’s not the only emotion going through me. Lust is prevalent, but it’s mixed with a tinge of rage. A wave of anger so steep and hollow, I don’t know how far I’ll go if I act on it.

Which is why I’m not.

I’m giving her the liberty to do it herself, because if I fuck her mouth, I’m going to hurt her. No doubt about it.

Her noises of pleasure echo in the air as she deep-throats my dick, probably because she knows I like that. And because she’s learned my tendencies so well, she doesn’t stop there and uses her tongue to give me more friction.

I might know all her buttons to push, but she’s also learned mine by heart. And maybe that’s why it’s pissing me the fuck off.

“I’m not hearing you choke, Sasha.” My voice teeters between lust and control.

Her eyes, now green with a smidge of yellow, fill with determination as they meet mine. She ups her pace, takes me down her throat, and even strokes my balls.

Sasha continues in that rhythm, sucking my cock like it’s a Popsicle until her noises echo in the air. I have to force myself not to thrust down her throat.

If I do that, I won’t stop.

If I do that—

She slides me out of her mouth, her eyes glittery and her lips glistening with precum and her saliva. “Kirill…”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? You’re the one who’s supposed to be giving me a sloppy blowjob.”

“Yeah, but ordinarily, you would’ve taken control by now.”

A smirk lifts my lips. “You want that?”

Her head bobs up and down with an eager nod.

“What else do you want, Solnyshko?”

She lies back on the carpet, opens her legs, and lifts her dress enough to reveal her soaking- wet white panties. I always love how she gets horny, even by sucking me off.

“Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice that nearly makes me come.

“What if I’m not in the mood?” I say as I kneel between her legs and remove my belt.

“Oh, please. You’re always in the mood.”

“Maybe I’m in a bad mood today, Sasha.” I wrap the belt around my hand and slap her panty-covered pussy.

She gasps, her nails digging into the carpet, but her eyes fill with lust. So I remove her panties and groan at the Luchik’s tattooed on her skin forever.

“You shouldn’t have asked me to fuck you when I’m in this mood, because I won’t stop.” Slap. “I’ll have to wear you down and own you, wife.” Slap. “I’ll have to make you mine again and again so that you can’t think about leaving anymore.”

My name leaves her mouth in a moan as she jerks off the ground, her inner thighs shaking and her eyes rolling back.

“No, don’t come.” I stop spanking her pussy and wrap the leather around her throat.

She releases a groan, jerking her hips so that my cock is at her opening. “Please, please, don’t do the stupid orgasm denial. I hate it.”

“And you think I don’t hate it when you lie to me?”

“Kirill…” She tries to push herself against my cock, but I tighten the leather belt around her throat, stopping her from moving.

She reaches a hand out and strokes my cheek, my nose, and my lips. “Please…please…”

The desperation in her voice does me in. I can’t really deny her when she looks at me with those glittery eyes.

I would do any-fucking-thing for those eyes.

Her moan echoes in the air as I thrust inside her, but it’s cut off when I hold each end of the belt on the carpet, pulling in opposite directions.

My Sasha comes at that because she’s made for me. I get off on stealing her air,; she gets off on having her oxygen taken. I get off on fucking hard; she gets off on being handled roughly.

I pound into her through her orgasm, hitting her sensitive spot over and over. Her lips form in a wordless scream, and her back arches off the carpet.

She doesn’t try to ease the belt from around her throat. There isn’t even that natural instinct to save herself.

That’s because she trusts me not to kill her.

Not to hurt her.

Not to…violate her trust.

I release the belt when her face becomes too red and then lift her up with my hand around her back. Now that she’s sitting on my lap, the angle is deeper, and I thrust faster from beneath.