Heart of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #3)(92)

“Is that so?”

I bite his lower lip and then release it with a pop. “Fuck me, Luchik.”

That’s all the invitation he needs as he thrusts all the way inside in one go. I’m tight, and the friction feels so good.

“You want it like this, wife?” he asks against my throat, then bites down. “You want me to fuck you like an animal?”

“Yes, yes…” I hold on to him and jerk my hips.

“You’re driving me fucking insane.” He wraps his hand around my throat and goes deeper, harder, giving me the stimulation I’ve been begging for.

Yes, he gives me orgasms, but mostly by eating me out or stimulating me. He usually doesn’t want to go to these lengths.

If I’d known all I had to do was provoke him, I would’ve done this ages ago.

My legs tense, and I bite onto his neck as I come with a muffled scream. Kirill goes on, pounding into me with delicious intensity until he finds his own peak.

“I love you, Luchik,” I whisper against his neck as we bask in the afterglow.

He runs his finger over the tattoo with his name on it, then kisses my belly. “I love you more, Solnyshko.”

“No way in hell.”

He pulls out, tucks himself back in, and changes positions so that I’m sitting on his lap. He doesn’t care that I’m messing up his pants with the evidence of our pleasure that’s dripping from between my thighs.

“I got your name tattooed on me,” I say.

“Why do you think I have too many suns tattooed on my skin? Besides…” He unbuttons his shirt and traces his fingers over the tattoos he got on top of his gunshot wound.

I lean closer, and my eyes widen. All this time, I thought it was a sun and a skull intertwined with lines, but in the middle of it, I read it loud and clear in Russian.

Solnyshko’s.

Like our rings.

“I also got your name tattooed on me.”

“How…” I swallow. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you would’ve noticed it by now.”

“I didn’t know it was a word.”

“You do now.”

I lean over and kiss the tattoo, but more the scar from the bullet. “No one will be able to hurt you anymore. I promise.”

“I should be the one who says that, wife.”

“Well, I’m capable of protecting you, too, husband.”

“For now, worry about protecting yourself.” He sits me down on the sofa, then lifts my feet and removes my flats. “See? I told you the swelling had gotten worse.”

Like every day, he places my feet on his lap and rubs them with slow, soothing circles.

I release a contented sigh and lean my head back to enjoy the sensation.

“How many times do I have to tell you that whenever you feel them getting more swollen, let me know, Sasha? If I don’t check regularly, you become like this.”

“It’s okay. They don’t hurt that much.”

He shakes his head and continues with his task for more than fifteen minutes. Once he’s done, he helps me stand up, and I freeze as I feel something wet splashing down my thighs and then onto Kirill’s shoes.

We share a look.

It seems like our little boy is looking forward to seeing us as much as we’re looking forward to seeing him.

We smile as the realization hits us.

We’re officially going to be parents today.





EPILOGUE 2 — KIRILL





EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER





I’m annoyed, and it has everything to do with all the people crowding my house.

Remember when I said I hate Christmas?

Now, I’m willing to take the Grinch’s position and turn into the number one plotter of sabotage.

Last year, we spent it at Anton and Maksim’s new mansion in Russia, but this year, they came over, accompanied by this little shit Mike, who won’t leave Sasha’s side.

Am I jealous of a nine-year-old? Possibly.

Turns out, he’s the one she was talking to on the phone years ago and telling him that she missed him. And here I thought he was a lover who I’ve been planning to assassinate for years.

That idea is still plausible if he keeps stealing my wife’s time as if he’s entitled to it. Not only do I have to put up with his presence twice a year, but he also calls her daily.

She gets worried when she doesn’t receive a call from him or Maksim.

Another asshole who’s at the top of my shit list. How dare he have a crush on her when she was dressing as a man?

And no, the fact that he’s gay is irrelevant. He still looked at what’s mine, and I’m not a fan.

Thankfully, Anton isn’t a fan either, and we share the same level of pettiness.

It’s the one thing that’s allowed us to get close over time.

That, and the fact that our respective partners are still best friends, despite our best efforts.

I share a look with him from across the room, and we shake our heads at the scene in front of us. Sasha and Maksim are helping Mike assemble some new toy she got him for Christmas.

My brother and his wife are reading the instructions, a bit too focused on the mundane task.

Karina, however, is chasing her nephew and niece as they squeal and break into a fit of giggles.