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

“You’re taking my cock like such a good girl.” I’m about to remove her dress, but Sasha wraps her arms around my neck and crashes her lips to mine.

She kisses me like a madwoman while matching my rhythm. Her ass slaps on my groin again and again.

Well, fuck.

It doesn’t take me long to shoot my load inside her. My wife doesn’t stop kissing me while rotating her hips, going up and down in a slow, seductive rhythm.

I pull away from her. “Are you massaging your cunt with my cum, Solnyshko?”

Her bright eyes meet mine. “Don’t you do that all the time?”

Yes, I do. But I didn’t know she enjoyed it this much. I slowly slide out and reposition her, so she’s sitting on my parted thighs. My cum and her arousal drip onto the carpet.

“So messy.” I gather my cum from her pussy lips and thrust it back inside her.

Sasha shudders, an erotic smile parting her mouth as she lifts herself up and down on my fingers.

She’s still chasing the remnants of her orgasm, judging by her trembling legs and clenching cunt.

I indulge her, loving the feel of her in my arms a bit too much. I fucked Sasha for four hundred twenty times, and the spark still remains the same.

What? Of course, I’m still counting.

I release her after a while, and she sags against me, her head hidden in my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.

We spend a few moments like that before I say, “Are you not going to tell me what’s going on?”

She shudders against me, her heartbeat picking up against my chest. “How do you know something is going on?”

“Because you’re not acting normal, and I notice everything about you.”

She pulls away, but keeps her fingers threaded at my nape. “Can you give me time?”

“How long is time? A day? Two?”

“A bit longer than that. I…need to meet my family first and—”

“No.”

“I can’t just avoid them forever. Just like you can’t lock up Anton for life.”

“Both are doable.”

“Kirill,” she says with a note of frustration. “Be reasonable.”

“I perfectly am. The last two times you went to see your fucking family, I got shot twice, and you made me believe you were dead.”

“We’ll never be at peace this way.”

“Let me worry about that.”

“This is our lives. Yours and mine. You’re not the only one who gets to worry about it. I have a say in it, too. You keep calling me your wife, but you’ll never be my husband unless you make me your partner in everything.”

“You already are.”

“Not if you don’t talk to me about the decisions you make concerning the two of us.”

“Did you talk to me when you faked your fucking death, Sasha?” My voice raises, and she goes still, her breath catching. “How would you feel if I did that, hmm?”

“I already said I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her fingers stroking my nape. “We both made mistakes, but we’re in new territory now. You have to give me time, please.”

Every cell in me revolts at the idea, but I know this is exactly what I need to do so we can have our new beginning.

“Fine, but you’re not meeting them without me.”

She rolls her eyes, but a smile paints her lips as she lays her head on my shoulder again. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until we get this over with.”

She releases an affirmative sound. “Do we have to go back to the party?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh. But people will know that you fucked me.”

“I don’t give a fuck. In fact, it’s good they know you’re mine and off-limits.”

“Caveman.”

“Your caveman.”

“Mmm. I like that.” Her voice trails off, sounding sleepy. “Give me ten.”

I’m stroking her hair as she falls back against my chest when my phone vibrates.

The name on the screen makes me pause.

Boss. This is Makar. I’m sorry for disappearing, but I have to tell you that you’re in danger. Can we meet?





22





SASHA





“What are we doing here?” My gaze follows the patterns of the carpet in the waiting area of the in-house clinic.

Kirill brought me here first thing this morning after he kicked out Yulia. He told me about her posing a danger to Kristina’s pregnancy and that even Konstantin agreed to this.

It was so much drama. She refused to leave, and when Kirill ordered Viktor to remove her by force, she went ballistic. Since she couldn’t possibly hurt Kirill, she turned her malicious energy to Karina and tried to slap her.

Before anyone could stop her, I stood in front of a trembling Karina and pushed the woman away.

She’s now packing her things after Konstantin talked her out of whatever toxic plans she had.

I’m still uncomfortable with the exchange that took place this morning. I can almost see her venomous eyes glaring me down as if she wants me dead.

Today, I’d planned to spend time reading pregnancy books with Kristina—only from an e-reader, though, since I can’t be so obvious.

The most pressing question is—how long can I fool Kirill? Even though we’ve been fucking all the time, I try not to get completely naked. I’m scared he’ll notice how slightly bigger my breasts are or the bump in my stomach. It’s actually not as noticeable as Kristina’s and can be chalked up to gaining weight, but it’ll probably grow bigger.