Page 29 of To Love a Monster
I can smell him now, rain, pine, and heat.That same dark scent that clings to skin and memory like a bruise you don’t want to fade.He’s massive up close, broader than I remembered.Or maybe it’s just that the room suddenly feels too small for a man like him, for the storm he drags in behind him.
He moves closer and reaches out.His hand slides up my spine until he clasps the nape of my neck.He squeezes, not gently, not lovingly.Like he’s staking a claim, like his hand is the only thing keeping me upright while the rest of me threatens to collapse beneath him.
He tilts my head back with the pressure, forcing my chin up and the air leaves my lungs.His eyes sweep over me—my mouth, my eyes, the pulse fluttering in my throat.He stares like he’s memorizing me.Or daring me to flinch.
And I don’t, I can’t.Being this close to him leaves me breathless, his body heat curling around me like a fever, the scent of him clinging to every ragged inhale.
And then, without warning, he snaps.His mouth slams into mine, a brutal crash of lips and teeth and tongue that tears a broken sound from my throat.There’s no slow build, no gentle tease.Just a violent collision of want and possession.
His tongue forces my lips apart, greedy and commanding.Like he’s not kissing me at all, but conquering me.Like this isn’t just about lust, it’s about dominance.Complete control.And I let him.Because I need him to.Because right now, I don’t want just a kiss.I want to be devoured.
I melt into him, pressing every inch of my trembling body against him.My hips find his instinctively, grinding up against the hard ridge straining beneath his jeans.Thick, hot, impossibly hard, like his body’s been waiting years to do what his hands are just now daring to do.
The kiss grows deeper, messier.Our mouths crash again and again, wet and open and panting between bites of breath.I moan into his mouth and my fingers curl into his shirt, clutching the wet fabric like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the floor.
He tastes like rain and ruin.Like fury wearing the skin of restraint.And just when I think I can take it, just when I need more, he rips his mouth from mine.Breath ragged.Chest heaving.His forehead presses to mine for half a second, just long enough for me to feel how close he is to breaking, then he leans back, just enough to speak.
“I’m going to make you forget how to fucking walk, Lila.”His thumb brushes the curve of my bottom lip, slow and deliberate.“Not just because you let him touch you,” he growls, voice low and guttural, breath ghosting over my cheek like a threat, “but because you wanted me to see it.”
His eyes burn into mine, wild and blistering with something more dangerous than jealousy.More dangerous than lust.“You let him put his fingers inside you like you weren’t already owned.”His hand tightens at the nape of my neck, tipping my head back further until I’m forced to bare my throat, exposed and waiting.“And Iwatched,” he snarls, lips brushing just under my jaw, “while he touched what’smine.”My breath shatters.
“I watched you almost come apart for him.Heard you moan and press into him.”He presses his forehead to mine again and he closes his eyes like he’s trying not to detonate.“You think I can just let that fucking slide?”
I shake my head, unable to speak as I watch him breathe heavily.
“No man touches you like that again.Ever.I don’t care if it’s a dare or defiance,” his voice drops to a whisper, “because the only person you come for, Lila, is me and me alone.
I’m going to show you what it means to feel real pleasure.I want to feel your thighs shake when my fingers slide inside you.I want to hear you moan with my mouth between your thighs.Hear you cry out when I bury my cock so deep it hurts.”He presses his mouth against my neck, his grip tightening as he continues.
“I’m going to punish you for what you did tonight.And you’re going to thank me for it.”
With that, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and walks me out of the living room.One second I’m on my feet and the next I’m flat on my back across the kitchen counter, cold marble biting into my spine.
His hands are on my sweater before I can speak.He tears it open, not bothering with the buttons, not caring about the fabric.The sound of splitting seams is swallowed by the storm outside, but the violence of it crackles in the air between us.
My bra follows.One hand to the clasp, a twist, snap, and it’s gone.His gaze drops to my chest, hungry and dark.And for one terrifying, electric moment, he just stares.Like he’s trying to decide whether to worship me or destroy me.
And then his mouth is on my skin, he kisses between my breasts first, slowly.The contrast between tenderness and fury makes my head spin.Then his lips wrap around one nipple, tongue swirling, licking, teasing until it stiffens under his heat.
I gasp and my back arches.But just when I start to melt, he bites.Hard.Pain lashes across my chest, sharp and hot.I cry out, startled as I try to sit up, but he’s faster.He presses one large hand between my breasts and shoves me down again, pinning me in place.
“Stay.Down.You don’t move untilItell you to,” he growls, eyes gleaming as he licks over the stinging nipple, soothing it with his tongue while his fingers roll the other one with maddening, careful precision.
“You’re going to beg to come by the end of the night.”
His hand slides between my breasts, fingers trailing over damp, trembling skin.
“You don’t even know what you look like right now, do you?”His voice drops lower, almost reverent.“All flushed and wrecked.Breathing like you’ve already finished.I see you dripping through your leggings like your pussy knows what’s about to happen.”
His thumb brushes the curve of my jaw, tilting my face to meet his eyes.
“This?”He leans in, his nose brushing mine, lips a breath away.“This is how you offer yourself to me.I’m the only one you spread your legs for.”
He chuckles, low and sinful.
“You think you were in control of our little game, little lamb?”His hand moves down again, palm grazing my stomach.“I planned it all.I made you mine in ways you can’t even understand yet.”He kisses the corner of my mouth, barely there.Just enough to make me chase it.
“I should make you come once for every second I had to watch you pretend someone else could have you,” he growls.“Make you scream my name until it’s the only fucking word your body remembers.”His hand dips lower again, but this time he doesn’t touch, he just hovers.Inches from where I ache, where I’m soaked and throbbing for him.
