Twist Me (Twist Me, #1)

by Anna Zaires

I should be terrified of him—and I am—but my body seems to enjoy the dual sensation of fear and arousal.

I’m completely helpless—and there’s something peculiarly liberating in that.

I never knew pleasure and pain could co-exist like that, but there’s something strangely addictive in that combination, something dark and forbidden that resonates with a part of myself I never knew existed.

“Will you ever let me go?” I already know the answer, but I need to hear him say it anyway. “No, Nora,” he replies, and I can feel his smile in the darkness. “Never.”

“I missed you,” he breathes in my ear, and I shiver with pleasure, barely suppressing a moan as his talented mouth moves down my neck and nibbles at a tender spot near my collarbone. “I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs, raining gentle kisses on my upper chest and shoulders, “all warm, soft and sleepy… and mine…”

In a strange way, I feel like I’m two people: the woman who’s falling in love with the gorgeous, ruthless killer sitting at the breakfast table and the one who’s observing the whole thing with a sense of horror and disbelief.

“Are you done?” he whispers in my ear, and I can hear the familiar dark note in his tone. As usual, I find it both sinister and arousing, my body now conditioned to crave the pain that’s to come—and the mind-shattering bliss that inevitably accompanies it.

“Looks like my little kitten grew some claws,” he murmurs, his voice filled with dark amusement. “I think I like it.”