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

I don’t have to guess who it is.

When Yuri opens it, it’s Maksim and Sasha. They look serious now, but that doesn’t conceal the fact that they were joking around just a moment ago.

“Reporting for night duty,” Maksim says casually as if he’s not climbing to the top of my hit list at lightning speed.

I push my glasses up my nose and catch Sasha’s eyes following the motion before she subtly stares at the floor.

She’s quick to hide her reaction, but not quick enough to conceal the red hue that covers her neck and ears.

Fucking adorable.

I have to adjust my position because my cock has chosen this exact moment to tighten against my pants.

Images of her body laid out for me, open and pliant and ready to be owned, play at the back of my mind.

I would’ve gone all night long if she hadn’t fainted on me. That includes pushing out my meeting with Igor.

While I have been contemplating touching Sasha for months, it wasn’t until I actually did it that I realized just how addictive she is.

Now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t be stopped.

It goes against everything in me to tap an ass I know nothing about. It wouldn’t have been worth it for anyone else, but for Sasha…fuck if that logic works.

“Everyone out,” I announce in a clipped tone.

Yuri and Viktor nod before they comply. Maksim’s brow furrows, but Yuri drags him out with him.

Sasha stares at me, or more like glares, before she lowers her head and starts to follow them.

“Not you, Sasha.”

She stops in place, her shoulders tensing.

As soon as the door closes, she stares at me but doesn’t say a word.

I beckon her over with two fingers. “Come here.”

“I’m not your dog.”

“I said, come here.”

She practically stomps in my direction, and I resist the urge to smile. Her fire is a fucking turn-on, and I’m tempted to own that fire and cage it where I’m the only one who has access to it.

When she’s within reach, I grab her by the wrist and pull her forward so that she crashes against my shoulder and gets trapped between my legs.

She pulls back, but she can’t get away since I wrap my arm around her waist.

“W-what are you doing?” Her fearful eyes fly to the door. “Anyone could walk in.”

“Not without my permission.”

I inhale her scent—soap and a hint of…perfume.

“Were you with my sister?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “How did you know that?”

“You have her smell on you.”

“Oh, right. We had meals together. I convinced her to have breakfast on the balcony. Not lunch or dinner, though. I figured that would be too much for one day.”

“Karina went out on the balcony?”

“Yeah, and I even have selfies to prove it.”

“Selfies,” I repeat. “Aren’t you getting too cozy?”

“She’s lonely and wants friends. I understand her feelings, so I’m trying to help. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Your tone of voice, for starters.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not robotic enough for your liking.”

I reach a hand out and stroke the cushion of her bottom lip. “This mouth is begging to be fucked.”

“You…” Her hot breaths skim over my skin. “You said you won’t fuck me until I give you something.”

“Maybe I changed my mind.” My finger strokes the skin back and forth, back and forth, making her breath choke on air. “You certainly need to be claimed, so you’ll stop flaunting yourself around.”

“I’m not flaunting myself…” she trails off when I thrust my thumb inside her mouth.

At first, she looks at me wide-eyed, her lips pulsing against my skin for a few seconds, but then she starts to tentatively dart her tongue around my finger.

“Do it properly,” I order, pushing my finger farther against her tongue. “Suck like you mean it.”

Her eyes, the color of a vibrant forest now, never leave mine as she licks and sucks, her determination bursting at the seams.

I can almost picture these lips around my cock, which is such a fucking bad idea because it’s about to burst from my pants.

The more she puts her enthusiasm behind sucking, the closer I am to coming like a pubescent.

I yank out my finger. “On your knees.”

“What…?”

“I said, get on your fucking knees, Sasha.”

Her lips part, but she slowly gets into position, and she does it so naturally that I grow even harder.

While Sasha may seem inexperienced, she’s a natural submissive. She might act like a brat sometimes, but she knows exactly when to lay off and do as she’s asked.

Her eyes follow my hands as I take my time unbuckling my belt and then my pants. “You haven’t been following orders, Sasha, and that needs to be punished.”

“What…” She swallows, still not taking her eyes off my hands. “What orders?”

“I told you to stop being so friendly, didn’t I?”

“But I wasn’t.”

“How about Maksim?”

“He’s…my friend.”

“He’s nothing.”

She opens her mouth, but no words come out as I free my cock and wrap the belt around her neck to pull her forward.