Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

Maybe I would fall in love with a prince who’d sweep me off my feet, but I doubted it. Most likely, I’d end up in a boring, socially acceptable marriage with a boring, socially acceptable man who only had sex missionary style and vacationed in the same two places every year.

Yeah for sure babe

A second later, the biggest man I’d ever seen in real life unfolded himself from the front seat, and my mouth turned bone dry.

Real

“I suggest you stop lookin’ at me like that, Princess,” I said, my voice lethally soft. “Unless you plan on doing something about it.”

“Because you’re right. I do want you. But I don’t want to kiss or make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to punish you for mouthing off and letting another man put his hands on you. I want to yank up that tiny fucking dress of yours and pound into you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days. I want all those things, even though I can’t have them. But if you don’t stop looking at me like that…” I tightened my grip on her chin and throat. She stared at me in the mirror, her lips parted and her eyes dark with heat. “I might take them anyway.”

“I’m going to miss you.” He went still, so still I thought he didn’t hear me. Then, in an uncharacteristically, achingly soft voice, he said, “I’m going to miss you too, Princess.” So don’t go.

:3

Every story is important. Including yours.” Especially yours.

“Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.”

“No apologies needed. You did nothing wrong except fall in love.”

this is honestly so valid

It wasn’t their fault. There were no wrong choices. If Nikolai had chosen the throne over Sabrina, it would’ve been devastating for him, but it would’ve been understandable. If he’d chosen Sabrina, as he had, that was understandable too. Love or country. An impossible choice when the future of a nation rests on your shoulders.

The only thing at fault was the system that forced him to choose.

it's always the system that is at fault

Trust me, Princess. I would rather end my own life than ask you to do anything that might hurt you.

i'm on my knees for this man

“Too bad she’d never go for an average Joe like you or me, huh? I would fuck—” “Be careful what you say next.” Lethal quiet razored my words. “Or it’ll be the last thing you say.”

if he doesn't talk like this i don't want him

I didn’t give a flying fuck. Bridget was mine. She wasn’t mine to take, but I was taking her anyway. Her laughs, her fears, her joy, and her pain. Every inch of her body and beat of her heart. All mine. And I’d had enough of watching her in another man’s arms.

melting rn