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

I didn’t expect much when I asked if she wanted to be my wife, but her reaction woke a foreign part of me. A poignant sense of possessiveness grabbed hold of me and still refuses to let go.

The room plunges into silence after Viktor escorts the civil servant out. Part because I can’t get enough of studying the woman standing in front of me, looking like the best present I’ve ever received.

Her cheeks are covered with a pink hue, and her lips are swollen from how savagely I kissed them just now.

It’s been a long time since she dressed as a woman, but she’s not in just any clothes now. She’s wearing a wedding dress to be my wife.

My. Fucking. Wife.

I bring out my phone. “Let’s take a picture.”

The man took a few of us before he left, but that’s still not enough. I want to keep this image of her forever.

Sasha nods and stands beside me. I pull her by the waist, and she yelps as I raise the phone and snap a few pictures of us. Then I kiss her and take more. She smiles against my mouth, and I can almost taste her happy tears from earlier.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” I whisper against her lips, and she shudders.

Her eyes meet mine. “You look gorgeous yourself.”

“Gorgeous, huh?”

“You know you are.” She hesitantly plants a hand on my shoulder. “May I have this dance?”

“There’s no music.”

“That’s easy to fix.” She grabs my phone and taps a few things, and soon after, cool classical music fills the room.

“I don’t really dance,” I say as she places the phone back in my pocket.

Her expression falls, but she interlinks her fingers with mine. “I can teach you. Just place your hand around my waist and follow my lead—”

Her words are cut off when I slam her against my front and then twirl her around. When she lands back against me, her eyes shine with contagious joy. “I thought you didn’t know how to dance?”

“I said I don’t dance, not that I don’t know how.” I sway her in my arms a few times, then spin and catch her.

She’s flat out laughing now, and her happiness makes me wish we could stay this way for eternity. It’s rare to see her laugh, even when she’s in a good mood. My understanding is that she’s self-conscious about being too open.

Those concerns seem to disappear now as she throws her head back and laughs. She’s an excellent dancer by every definition of the word. Not only is she disciplined, but she also has an easy elegance to her moves like a former rich young lady would have.

Halfway through, she wraps her arms around my waist and hides her face in my chest. My hand flexes on her back, feeling her tremble slightly as we sway to the music.

Sometimes, when she’s being a fucking badass as my bodyguard, I forget that she can also be a vulnerable woman who needs hugs as a form of comfort.

She has this little personality trait where she loves and cares with all her heart.

And this woman is now mine. Fully. Thoroughly.

She’ll never, ever be able to escape me.

“Are you falling asleep?” I whisper, my lips kissing the top of her hair over the veil and in the middle of the crown of roses that she improvised.

She nuzzles her nose in my chest as she shakes her head.

“Good, because I have that unwrapping thing to do, remember?”

Her head lifts in time for me to pick her up and carry her in my arms. Sasha yelps as she grabs onto me, her eyes turning a molten hazel.

I love how she wants me as much as I want her. It’s almost as if she can’t get enough of me, either.

Almost.

While I want to keep her in this dress for eternity, I also need to fuck her like I need air.

My cock has been jerking and demanding to be served ever since she said, ‘I do.’ I’m surprised she didn’t feel the heavy weight rubbing against her stomach just now.

I gently place her on the bed and hastily remove my jacket and bow tie. I start to unbutton my dress shirt, then get bored and rip it down the middle, sending the buttons flying.

Sasha leans back on her hands, watching my every movement with keen interest as if this is her custom-made strip show.

Her greedy pretty eyes follow the lines of my tattoos to where they disappear beneath my pants. So I take my time removing my weapons holster and unbuckling my pants. My movements slow down whenever her breathing picks up or when she sinks her teeth into the corner of her bottom lip.

I wrap the belt around my hand and pull down my pants and boxer briefs.

Her chest rises and falls in an unsteady rhythm as she openly watches my cock. The fucker fully comes to life at her attention, the veins popping with the need to plow inside her.

“Look at your eyes devouring my cock.” I wrap my belt around her neck and pull her forward. “How about you choke on it instead?”

Sasha kneels on the bed facing me and wraps her hands around my erection, looking at me with those glittery eyes. “That’s wrong. It’s my cock now.”

And then she opens her mouth wide and swallows most of my length inside.

Fucking fuck.

I’m so close to coming at the feel of her hot wet mouth, but mostly, it’s due to what she said before taking me. It’s that sense of ownership that nearly matches mine.

Sasha keeps eye contact as she laps her tongue around my cock, deep throats it until her face reddens, then bobs her head up and down, creating more friction with her tongue.