Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy #1 ) by Rina Kent

His knees tighten against my sides, trapping me between his large, muscular thighs. I’m light-headed but also…strangely protected.

Still pinching and twisting my other nipple, he bites, sucks, and toys with the one in his hot, wicked mouth. The cycle repeats again and again until I think I’m going to faint from the overwhelming sensations.

“You taste like an aphrodisiac,” he says around my nipple, then his tongue chases the alcohol down to my stomach.

I try to clench my legs, but Kirill effortlessly parts them and pulls down my boxer briefs, then throws them aside.

The first thought on my mind is to hide, but I can’t look away from the lust on his face. Or the way his jaw clenches upon seeing me naked.

This man who usually feels so far away is the closest he’s ever been, and he wants me. Not anyone else but me.

That knowledge makes the imaginary knot in my throat disappear. But just when I’m starting to relax, or at least, give into this madness, Kirill pours the rest of the drink over my pussy.

I hiss due to the difference in temperature, but it turns into a gasp when he throws my legs over his shoulders and dives at my core.

He doesn’t nibble or suck, he straight out thrusts his tongue inside me.

My whole body recoils, and I’d fall off the bench if it weren’t for his hold on me. Kirill tongue-fucks me, tearing me apart with each in and out.

The buildup startles me. I couldn’t keep up even if I wanted to, and he doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath.

His fingers dig into my thighs as he picks up the pace. My eyes go blurry, and I moan as I fall apart on his tongue. My legs shake, and moisture streams down my cheek, but I scream and thrust my hips.

Kirill doesn’t stop with my orgasm. He doesn’t take it slow, either. In fact, he licks every drop of alcohol off my folds and my clit. He bites my inner thighs and leaves marks that I can already feel forming.

The buildup doesn’t prepare me for what’s coming. This time, I’m hit by a strong wave out of nowhere, and I think I’m going to faint.

It’s an eruption.

It’s complete and utter…madness.

Kirill’s head peeks from between my legs and he licks my glistening arousal off his lips.

I don’t know why I think he’s never been as beautiful as he is right now. All tattooed and tall and handsome.

He’s a monster, too, but maybe monsters do it better than others.

“Why…are you crying?” he asks with a note of darkness.

I dab at my cheek, and that’s when I realize the moisture I felt wasn’t sweat, but actually tears.

“I…don’t know.”

“Do you hate this?”

“It’s not that I hate it…” It’s more that I love it too much.

But Kirill doesn’t wait to listen to the second part. He’s back between my legs, his expert tongue fucking me into oblivion.

He does it over and over until I can’t take it anymore.

Until I actually do faint.





24





SASHA





Mike’s little face slowly materializes in front of me. Young, sweet, and full of tears.

“Mishka, what’s wrong?” I ask, my voice breaking.

“Help me, Sasha,” he whispers. “Help us…”

I reach out a hand. “Slow down. Breathe. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

The moment I touch him, he falls to the ground, and blood explodes from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

The gruesome scene from four years ago slowly comes into focus. Mike’s body lies in the middle of all the others.

Blood pools beneath them, and the corpses become identifiable one by one. My father, my mother, my cousins, my uncle, and even my brother.

Anton lies on his side, bleeding from all his orifices like Mike. Uncle Albert walks in the middle of all the blood, expression downward and tears streaming down his cheeks.

I call his name, but no words come out. Not even a sound or a cry.

His eyes meet mine, blood tears soaking them. “Are you happy, Sasha?”

I shake my head over and over. We can’t be happy. I’m not allowed to be happy when everyone is buried six feet under.

And then my uncle falls down, joining everyone else on the ground, bleeding from all their orifices.

The blood pool gets deeper and colder, but I run in their direction.

I lose my footing and fall straight into the pool. “Nooo.”

White light blinds out all the red, and I startle into a sitting position. That’s when I realize I’m in a bed.

For a second, just a fraction of time, I think I’m back at home. I only had a nightmare, and Mama just woke me up because I’m going to be late for school.

But this is not home. And the nightmare wasn’t completely inaccurate.

“It’s ten in the morning.”

My head whips in the direction of the feminine voice. Anna. She’s the one who pulled the blinds, revealing the huge tree near the balcony, and is staring at me with those judgmental eyes that have never trusted me.

Her gaze bounces between me and the bed—Kirill’s bed.

Shit.

Memories from the sauna slowly come to focus, and heat rises to my cheeks and ears.

Holy hell.

What on earth have I done?

I stop myself from thinking about that, or more accurately, Anna’s unwavering attention forces me to.