Lies of My Monster (Monster Trilogy #2) by Rina Kent

“You’re not my wife last I checked.”

“That’s nonsense. You don’t have to tell your wife everything. But you have to tell me.”

I smile, but I don’t say anything.

“Boss.”

“What now?”

“Remember when you told me Lipovsky likes men?”

The card I’m holding remains suspended in midair as I lift my head and look at Viktor. “I do. What about it?”

“I think the man he likes is you.”

It takes superhuman strength to stop my lips from curving into a smirk and, instead, speak in a casual tone. “Oh? What made you come to that conclusion?”

“He watches you all the time.”

“You watch me all the time, too. Does that mean you like me, Viktor?”

His solemn expression doesn’t change. “This is different. He has this weird look on his face, and he does it when you’re not paying attention.”

Interesting.

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” I place two cards together.

“Or it is something, and you need to be careful.”

“Me? Careful of Lipovsky?”

“Well, he’s the night guard. Maybe I should take over for now.”

“Nonsense.” I wave him away.

Just in time, the door opens, and Sasha walks inside with Yuri and Maksim on either side of her.

Would it be possible to send those two on a holiday for the next two years?

Actually, make that ten years.

“We should go back to the house so you can get ready for tonight’s party.” She speaks in her calm ‘manly’ voice.

Her hair is growing longer again and reaches below her ears. It’s like she does it on purpose to feel like a woman again, but then when she starts looking too feminine, she cuts it off.

“Everyone but Lipovsky out.”

Yuri and Maksim nod and step out. Viktor, however, narrows his eyes before he does the same.

Once the door closes behind them, Sasha releases a breath. “You really need to stop doing that, or they’ll suspect something is going on.”

“I don’t give a fuck what they think.” I tap the desk in front of me. “Come here.”

She sighs and turns the lock before she walks in my direction. Ever since that time Rai caught us, she doesn’t take any chances.

Once she’s within touching distance, I clutch her by the wrist and pull her so that she’s caged between my thighs and her back is against my desk.

Her hands instinctively fall on my shoulders, and she inhales deeply. I love how her neck becomes a light shade of red whenever she’s embarrassed or horny. Right now, I’m going to bet on the second.

I start to slowly remove her pants, and she grabs onto me harder. I’m being a tease, and she hates it as much as she loves it.

My hand slides up her inner thigh and stops right above her core as I whisper, “Besides, Viktor already suspects you.”

Her face falls, and she stiffens. “W-what?”

“He told me you look at me weird, and since he knows you’re gay, he thinks you like me.”

“Wait. How did he assume that I’m gay?”

“I told him that over a year ago when he warned me that you might be a threat to Karina.”

“You told him I’m gay?”

“I told him you’re attracted to men, which is true. He concluded the rest on his own.”

Once I rid her of the pants and boxer briefs, I lift her so that she’s sitting on the desk, then I throw her legs over my shoulders.

“Kirill! How can you think about sex when we have this situation?”

“It’s nothing.”

“But—”

“He’s Viktor. So when I say it’s nothing, I mean it.” I slap her inner thigh when she starts to wiggle free. “Now, stay still so I can have my dinner.”

Her whole body stiffens, but it soon loosens as I stroke my fingers over her folds and clit. “So wet and ready for me, Solnyshko. Your cunt sure knows how to welcome me home.”

And then I’m diving in. I tongue-fuck her fast and hard the way she likes.

Her moans echo in the air, and she slaps one hand on her mouth while the other holds her steady on the desk. I stop now and again to look up and see the ethereal view of her head thrown back in the middle of the ruined house of cards, legs shaking and lips parted.

The symbolism of the picture doesn’t escape me. Sasha is the ruin of my house of cards, and there’s nothing I can do to change that.

Not even a little.

Not even close.

And maybe, I’ve finally come to terms with that.

My fingers dig into her thighs to hold her in place as I bite down on the Luchik’s right above her mound, adding one more mark to the bruises and hickeys I’ve left there since she got the tattoo.

I’ve never liked my birthday. It’s always reminded me of how Yulia tried to kill me and the black dresses she wears on that particular day as if she’s mourning the event of my birth.

But that was before this fucking woman celebrated it with me.

Her fingers clench in my hair as her pussy contracts over my tongue, and then she’s coming all over my face.

Fuck.

She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

I pull back, and she gasps when I bite her tattoo again, but her face is a masterpiece of undeniable lust.