Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

“You got yourself a deal. But if you break it or go behind my back again…”

“You’ll find out the hard way what happens when you bargain with the devil.”

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

“Most things in life are like training a dog.”

“Show up to work, get paid. Woo a girl, get laid. Study, get good grades. Action and reward. Society runs on it.”

The only thing I could focus on was the not one but one thousand butterflies invading my stomach.

“You were armed and glaring at him like he killed your dog.

“I don’t have a dog.” “It was a metaphor.”

“You asked first,” he ground out. “Answer the question, Princess.”

“But I’ll like you the day you like me.”

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

At least not the vertical kind.

If Bridget were anyone but my client, I’d drag her into the bathroom, bend her over, and spank her ass raw for her insolent tone.

“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 might take them anyway.”

Fuck me the way you just promised.

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.

To see you every day and not be able to touch you. Kiss you. Claim you.”

Then bend you over the hood and spank your ass raw for letting him.”

Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.

“I was always meant to find my way to you.”

I was a lightning rod, and Rhys was the strike that lit me up from the inside out.

“And, Princess…don’t bother wearing any underwear.”

“I have lots of plans for you, Princess, and every single one ends with my fingers, tongue, or cock inside your sweet little cunt.”

“I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?”

“I want to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?” “You,” she whispered.

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

“Spread your legs wider. Let me see that pretty pussy dripping for me.”

“Y-yes. I’m”—Rhys slammed into me with a particularly brutal thrust—“coming!”

“Nice double entendre there at the end,” he said with a smirk. I’m coming.

“Because you’re ready for it.” Rhys said it like it wasn’t even a question. “You’re a fucking queen, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Including yourself.”

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

“Keep your underwear, gloves, and heels on,” he said, still in that deceptively soft tone. “And crawl to me.”

“Who does your pussy belong to?” Rhys removed his fingers from my mouth and squeezed my breast. “You,” I gasped, clutching the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white. “Say it again.” Hard. Demanding. Authoritative.

“You! My pussy belongs to you.” My voice broke in a sob as he delivered another stinging slap to my clit. “That’s right. It belongs to me, and don’t you ever forget it.” Slap.

His mouth curled into a grin. “Baby, we’re way beyond like.”

“Bridget…”

“You have to move.” “I beg your pardon?” “Your house. It’s a security nightmare. I don’t know who signed off on this location, but you have to move.” “Have you ever been in love?” “No. But I hope to be one day.” “Good night, Princess.” “Good night, Mr. Larsen.”

Bucket list number four. Have you ever been in love? No. But I hope to be one day. Look up, Princess.

You don’t need a crown to be queen, Princess.

I framed her face with my hands. “If we do it, we do it together. You and me against the world, Princess.”

“Doesn’t matter. You were still mine.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck while keeping my thumb on her lip. “Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” My voice dropped. “Mine to love.”

But as our kiss deepened and I sank into her once again, I realized I was wrong. Bridget felt better than heaven. She felt like home.

Love was the most universal emotion. Not everyone experienced it, but they all wanted it—even those who said they didn’t—and

There was nothing more powerful than power people could relate to.

Good thing I was, and always will be, a soldier for one queen.

“There’s no taking it back,”

“You’re really stuck with me now.”