Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

Holy. Hotness.

“I wasn’t ogling you. I was secretly praying for you to get heatstroke. If you do, I’m not helping you. I have…a book to read.”

If I could sum up my relationship with Rhys with one song, it would be Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold.”

there were very few instances when she didn’t turn me on. Even when I was pissed at her, I wanted her.

When I opened them again, they clashed with Bridget’s. Gray storms against blue skies.

“I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead.”

Really, Bridget? This is the guy you want to flutter for?

Even with her hair mussed and dirt smearing her dress from when I’d pushed her onto the ground, she could’ve passed for an angel in the fucked-up hell of my life. Blond hair, ocean eyes, and a glow that had nothing to do with her outer beauty and everything to do with her inner one.

Forget a skipped beat. My heart skipped a whole song.

I took this job thinking I had one objective, but now it was clear I had two. The first was to protect Bridget. The second was to resist her.

I’d never punched a person before, but I’d watched enough movies to get the gist.

Rhys never touched me unless he had to, but at that moment, he didn’t have to. Which meant he wanted to.

I do want you. But I don’t want to kiss or make love to you. I want to fuck you.

Bridget, the future queen of Eldorra.