Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy #1) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Monster Trilogy Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
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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.

I hit her lips with my cock, and she complies, opening the widest possible. I thrust all the way to the back of her throat, but I still don’t get all my length inside.

Sasha chokes, her pale skin turning red and the veins popping in her neck. I keep my cock in place, but she doesn’t fight or push me away.

What she does do, however, is look me in the eye. Even as hers fill with tears that stream down her cheeks.

It’s almost as if she…trusts me.

Fuck. I’m the last man she should trust.

I pull out, and she sputters and inhales deeply before I thrust in again. I use her tongue for friction, and I fuck her mouth.

No, I actually fuck her throat.

My belt around her neck keeps her immobile as a vessel for my pleasure. No matter how far or hard I go, she doesn’t attempt to fight me.

Not even when I pick up the rhythm and fuck her mouth like I’m punishing her. Not even when spit, tears, and precum cover her face, and she becomes a painting of my own making.

“You’re such a good girl,” I grunt as I near my peak.

She crawls slightly farther in my direction and opens her mouth wider as if loving the compliment.

“You’re taking me so well. These pretty little lips were made for my cock, Solnyshko.”

Her eyes brighten, and I smirk.

“You love it when I call you that, don’t you, Solnyshko?”

She doesn’t answer with words, but she tries to lick my cock, offering additional friction that drives me over the edge.


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