Lies of My Monster: A Dark Mafia Romance (Monster Trilogy Book 2)

I have a wife.

And her name is Aleksandra Ivanova.

My perception of marriage was skewed from a young age due to Roman and Yulia’s toxic and excruciatingly incompatible pairing.

They taught me to loathe the idea of tying oneself to another person for life, which is why I’ve always viewed marriage as a possible business opportunity. Nothing more and nothing less.

However, those feelings have changed dramatically since I witnessed Sasha’s state following the news of my engagement to Kristina.

She was crying nonstop. I know because I have cameras here and I’m the only one with access. What made matters worse was how she was often looking for ways to escape me.

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.

She’s as intense as when I grab her head and face-fuck her.

Usually, I’d do that, but tonight, I let her do what she wishes. I let her show me just how much she wants me. How much she wants to please me.

My only hold on her is the belt that’s straining against her throat.

“You’re taking me like a very good girl, Solnyshko.” I stroke her cheek and then pat her head over the veil and the crown of roses.

She hastens her rhythm at the praise, her hands pumping me up and down as she sucks my dick like it’s a Popsicle.

“That’s it. Worship my cock, so it’s hard and ready to fuck your tight cunt.”

She trembles, but she maintains her hard-core pace.

I fucking love seeing her from this angle. The ring on her finger shines under the dim light as she jacks me off and plays with my balls. Her eyes are filled with lust and intoxicating admiration.

Respect, even.

And she’s wearing a wedding dress.

But as much as I want to keep watching her in this position, if she keeps going at this pace, I’ll come down her throat. And that’s not the plan tonight.

I tug my belt that’s around her neck and pull her off. Her lips leave my cock with a pop, a trail of saliva and precum forming a line between us.

“I’m not done,” she protests in a low voice.

“I know, but I prefer to consummate our marriage with my cum in your cunt.”

Her chest heaves, and I release the belt to retrieve a knife from my holster and grab the edge of her dress.

Sasha swats my hand away. “No way in hell will you be cutting my wedding dress.”

“How else will I get to the good part?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Have you thought of unzipping it like a normal human being?”

“That fucking mouth.” I let the knife fall to the mattress and pull her by the belt that’s hanging on her shoulders.

My fingers tease the curve of her nape, and I bite the sensitive spot near her pulse as I slowly pull the zipper down. “Like this?”

“Mmm…” She shivers, goosebumps erupting all over her skin.

I take my time in lowering her dress to beneath her pearl-studded bra that’s clasped at the front. My head drops between her heaving breasts, and I use my teeth to undo the clasps.

Her hands grab onto my head and condensation forms on my glasses so I throw them aside as I reveal one gorgeous tit at a time.

Her dark pink nipples are hard, and I tease one with my finger. “They look achy. Are they?”

She nods once, a whimper slipping from her lips. I love how she’s so responsive to my touch that a mere nipple teasing can turn her into a mess of my own making.

I bite the other nipple and then suck on it. Her back arches, pushing them further into my face, her fingers digging into my shoulders for support.

“Oh, God.”

“Not God.” I run my tongue over her nipple and then kiss her lips. “Me. Tell me you’re mine.”

Her hands cradle my cheeks. “I’m already wearing your ring.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Luchik. Always.” Then she seals her lips to mine, kissing me with a desperation I’ve never witnessed from her before.

It’s like she’s making sure I’m here and won’t be going anywhere.

I bunch her dress up and shred the tights at her pussy. She gasps against my mouth, and I bite her lower lip as I push her panties to the side and thrust two fingers inside her.

“You’re so fucking wet. You want my cock, Solnyshko?”

Her reply is a moan close to my lips.

“Do you feel yourself drenching my fingers? You’re such a dirty little whore, wife.”

Her nipples rub against my chest due to her erratic breathing, and she clenches around my fingers. “Say that again.”

“My dirty little whore?” I ask, pretending to be oblivious as I tease her clit with my thumb.

“No, the other word.”

“Wife.” I thrust harder. “You’re my fucking wife, Sasha, and you’ll come for your husband, won’t you?”

“Yes…yes…” Her lips hover over mine in an ‘O’ as her pussy tightens around my fingers.

Her head rolls back, but I pull on the belt. “Eyes on me. I want to see how you come for me.”

Her hooded bright eyes remain on mine while she rides my fingers for her orgasm. I nibble on her neck, release her, and slide down her body, biting her tits, stomach, and any inch of skin I get a hold of.

Once I’m between her legs, I open them wider, tearing the tights further.

The dress remains stuck in the middle, spreading out on either side of her. This time, I grab the knife, turn it on its side beneath her panties, and cut right through the middle.

She jerks and when I pull out the knife, it shines with her arousal. I lick it, and her cheeks redden even as her lips part.

Sasha might not show it much, but she’s as demented as me. She’s the other half of my unbound lust and possessiveness.

We’re two sides of the same coin.

I roll her around so that she’s kneeling on the bed, her ass in the air, and I position myself behind her. “I’m going to claim you, wife, and you’ll scream for your husband.”

I dig my fingers into her hip and thrust inside her all at once. Her body jerks, but her cunt swallows me whole, milking my cock.

“Fuck. You feel like my wife.” Thrust. “My woman.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.”

She nods frantically and tries to look over her shoulder at me, the veil forming a halo around her head. Her tits jiggle from the powerful rhythm of my thrusts. Her back lowers further. Every part of her welcomes me home.

No, she is my fucking home now.

The only home I’ve ever known.

As her whimpers fill the air, I slip the knife’s handle against her back opening.

She goes still, her eyes widening as she angles her head back. “Kirill…what…?”

“Shhh. Don’t move.” I ram into her cunt with a steady rhythm. “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” she says without any hesitation.

That’s my fucking woman.

“I need you to stay still for me.” I spit on her other opening, then thrust the handle in, the sharp edge facing up.

She tenses, her breathing turning shallow.

So I go deeper into her cunt, hitting her sensitive spot over and over until she relaxes again. I add another inch, but this time she’s too focused on the pleasure to pay attention.

I release her hip, part her ass cheeks further and push the knife deep enough that I only have a small space to move it.

She watches me and moans as I pick up my rhythm until I feel the knife handle rubbing against my cock through the thin layer.

Then I ram the knife, shallower at first, and then more, until I match my cock’s rhythm. Sasha arches her back, her moans and whimpers creating a symphony of pleasure.

“Every hole you have is mine to own, isn’t it, Solnyshko?”

“Yes…yes…”

“This is my cunt.” I pull out almost completely, then drive back in until my balls slap against her skin. “My ass.” I thrust the knife harder and faster. “My fucking body.”

She doesn’t reply, because her head is thrown back. I can feel her milking my cock. Her arousal messes up the sheets, her, and even my inner thighs.

“Look at me.”

She does, and her hands grab my arms as she trembles. Her face becomes a map of pleasure—tears cling to her eyes, and her lips are pink and swollen.

This woman is my wife.

My fucking wife.

“Tell me you love me.” I go deeper, harder, and out of control.

I have to pull out the knife and throw it aside before I accidentally hurt her. I already cut myself and I smear the blood all over her ass, then slap it.

“I love you,” she whispers.

I hit her sensitive spot again and spank her ass—again. “Now, scream it.”

“I love you!”

Those words are my undoing.

I groan as I empty myself deep inside her cunt, then I pull out and spray my cum on her ass and back hole. Blood and cum mix, creating my favorite view. But that’s not enough, so I thrust anything that’s escaped back inside her pussy again and again until she’s writhing and pushing back against my cock.

After she rides the wave, I turn her around and take her in. Everything about her glows. Her sweat-covered skin, her hard, pink nipples, and her slightly parted lips.

I fucked this woman three hundred fifty-two times, and I still can’t get enough of her.

And yes, I’m still counting.

Sasha sits up, her legs on either side of me, and wraps her hands around my neck, a happy, satisfied smile on her lips.

“You’re officially mine now, wife.”

Her eyes close briefly as she nuzzles her nose against mine and murmurs in a soft voice, “I love you, husband.”

Something in my chest squeezes so hard, I think I’m having a seizure. I really should get this shit checked.

But now, I need to fuck Sasha again, just so there’s no mistaking that she’s all mine. Body, heart, and fucking soul.

Because once this small honeymoon phase is over, I’m not sure she’ll still be as compliant.