Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

I adored fall and everything that came with it—the cozy clothes, the riot of earthy colors on the trees, the hint of cinnamon and smoke in the air.

Yeesss. She gets me.

Do you want to know why?” “Let me guess. Your dazzling charm stunned the would-be attackers into complacency,” I said. Booth choked out a laugh,

Lol. This is some start

Jules Ambrose was more dangerous than she appeared. But she didn’t pose a threat to Bridget, so I didn’t mention what she did in Ohio. It wasn’t my story to tell.

Oop-...what did she do ?

on. I was only thirty-one, so I wasn’t ancient by any means, but I’d done and witnessed enough shit in my life to feel ancient, especially compared to fresh-faced college students

10 years older isnt too bad...i meaaannn..eehh. I fuck with it 🤷🏽‍♀️

He walked to the bathroom, and without looking back, he added, “By the way, Princess, the book is upside down.” I slammed the hardcover shut, my skin blazing with embarrassment.

Lol. Called it.😂

I told him I didn’t want the name, and I meant it. I’d survived thirty-one years without knowing. I could survive thirty-one more, or however long it took before I kicked the bucket.

Knowing what ??

Yet Bridget had gone against my orders and snuck out in the middle of the night to attend the damn concert, only to get kidnapped afterward. That was right. Fucking kidnapped

Wow. Welp....alright then. Ok, but what are the odds ?🤷🏽‍♀️😬

The whole situation resulted from a long, sordid saga involving Alex Volkov, Alex’s psycho uncle who’d kidnapped Ava as leverage against his nephew, and years of secrets and revenge.

Ooohh yeeaahhh.

“Show up to work, get paid. Woo a girl, get laid. Study, get good grades. Action and reward. Society runs on it.” I opened my mouth to argue, but he had a point.

True. He does have a valid point.

He snorted. “Except for the shep, you make me sound boring as shit.” I opened my mouth, and he held up his hand. “Don’t think about it.”

Lmaaoo. Weeeeellll

Rhys did something that shocked me to my core. He laughed. A real laugh, not the half chuckle he’d let slip in Eldorra.

Aaaww. This is nice.

I was a princess. He was my bodyguard. I was twenty-two. He was thirty-two. It was wrong, but I couldn’t stop.

Oop...well...sometimes, you gotta just do it.

Before I could utter a word, however, a gunshot ripped through the night, and chaos ensued.

Damn...on gradution night. Been there.

One second, I was standing. The next, I was on the ground, my cheek pressed to the grass while Rhys shielded my body with his, and screams rang out through the park.

Daaammnnn. What happening ??

the grouchy but thoughtful man from dinner had disappeared, replaced by a stone-cold soldier. Focused. Determined. Lethal. For the first time, I glimpsed the man he’d been in the military,

Period. I would love to see this on tv or a movie.

Louis wasn’t the first guy I’d dated in New York, though the last time I’d gone on a date had been months ago. Rhys kept scaring off my romantic prospects, and half the men in the city were afraid to ask me out for fear he would shoot them.

Lol. Of course he was.

“But she was still my mother,” I continued. “The only relative I had left. I had no clue who my father was, and even if I did, it was clear he wanted nothing to do with me.

Oooh. Thats the guy Christian said he could find isnt it ??

Her gasp hadn’t fully left her throat before I spun her around and bent her over the nearby dresser, one hand gripping her chin and forcing her head back while the other closed around her throat. My cock pressed into her ass, hard and angry.

Ooooop-

“You should be, Princess. You wanna know why?” I growled. “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.

Whew. Well alrighty then.🥴

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.

Sheesh. Okaayy Rhys.🤭

What the hell is going on with you?” Her face hardened. “I didn’t sign up for a heart-to-heart, Mr. Larsen. Either fuck me, or I’ll find someone else who will.”

She could tell him but i guess i get why she isnt telling him. I guess. Idk.

leaned down until I was so close, I heard her every shallow, panting breath. “Do that,” I said, “and you’ll be responsible for a man’s slow, bloody death. Is that what you want, Princess?”

Lmaooo. EIther do it or let her go.

Just when I thought he would shut me down and walk away, he let out a low curse, turned, and yanked me to him, and I only had time to draw a quick breath before his hand fisted my hair and his mouth crashed down on mine.

Ayyyeeee. Finally.

Two years of watching and waiting and wishing. It had all come down to this, and it was even better than I’d imagined.

Aawww. Thats cute.🥹

If we crossed that bridge, I would never let her go, and it would ruin us both. I didn’t give a shit about me. I was already ruined. But Bridget? She deserved more than me. She deserved the world.

Aaaawww. Thats actually sweet.🤭♥️

Bucket list number four. No matter what my heart said or wanted, tonight was a fulfillment of her wishes. That was all it was. That was all it could be.

Aaawwww. Welp...better than nothing

I woke up the next morning sore but smiling. I hadn’t woken up in such a good mood in ages, and it took me a minute to remember why.

Sore from what ?! Girl, be so serious right now. Your throat should be the only thing sore. Unless, that’s what she’s talking about

There’s one dance slot left, and I’m torn between Lord Rafe and Prince Hans.”

Lol. Prince Hans ? What is this, Frozen ?

“Rhys Larsen.” “Mr. Larsen is my bodyguard,” I said. “He was…helping me get something out of my eye.” Secretly, I kicked myself for being so careless.

Lmaooo. That’s the best you cold come up with ?😂😂🤦🏾‍♀️

“They make such a cute couple,” the reporter next to me, a curvy brunette in a bright pink suit that hurt my eyes, cooed. “Don’t you think so?” “No.”

LMAAAOOOO😂😂😂😂😂

Steffan and I jumped apart, and my eyes fell on Rhys, who stood next to a broken pot of lilies. “My hand slipped.” His voice held not an ounce of apology.

Petty. Lmaaaooo😂😂😂 mans knocked down a case like he was a cat or something.

“I came back despite knowing the torture I’d have to go through because I can’t stay away from you. Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.

Daammnn. Thats rough buddy🥴.

“My father was Eldorran,” he said, his voice flat and emotionless. “He promised my mother he would bring her here and they’d live happily ever after. She never quite gave up on that dream,

Oohhhh.. I was right. !

“Perhaps…” Rhys’s touch skimmed down my neck and over the curve of my shoulder. I shivered, my skin blossoming with a thousand more goose bumps. “I was always meant to find my way to you.”

🥹🤭Aaawww. Thats true stuff

“Tomorrow night. Gazebo,” he said in a low voice. “We’ll go together.” There was a gazebo behind an abandoned farm, about a fifteen-minute walk from our inn. We’d passed by it on our way into town.

Oooooooo. Yessss

“And, Princess…don’t bother wearing any underwear.” The throbbing between my legs intensified. Rhys closed my door right as Henrik’s opened.

Oop- he said he done running from this.🤏🏽🤏🏽

I’d tried to resist. I really had. Perhaps I would’ve succeeded had Bridget been beautiful and nothing else. Beauty, on its own, meant nothing to me.

Lol. Almost 3 years ..so yeah you definitely tried. I’m surprised you lasted this long. 🥴

maybe it was the knowledge she could be ripped away from me at any moment. She could get engaged next week, and I would lose even the possibility of her forever.

Gotta do whatchu gott do.

Was what we were doing—what we were about to do—a bad idea? Fuck yes. Ours was a story destined for a tragic ending, but when you were already on a train headed off the cliff, all you could do was hold on tight and make every second count.

Damn. Bars.

I was a rule follower by nature. It was how I’d survived most of my life. But for Bridget, I would break every rule in the book. It only took six weeks of being apart from her and another six of fucking agony for me to accept the truth, but now that I had, there was no going back.

♥️

Bridget von Ascheberg was mine and mine alone. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t mine to take. I was taking her anyway, and if I could tattoo myself onto her skin, bury myself in her heart, and etch myself onto her soul, I would.

Awww. Rhyysssss♥️🥹

“But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine. No other man touches you. If they do…” My fingers dug into her skin. “I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?”

PERRIOOD.😂👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

“I understand.” Definitely breathless. “Good.” I swiped my thumb over her bottom lip. “I want to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?” “You,” she whispered.

Well alrighty then. Here for it !!🤏🏽🤏🏽

“That’s right,” I growled. “Me.” I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close, and crushed my lips to hers.

🤭🤭Eeep. Okaaayyy

“This is for all the times you didn’t listen.” I squeezed her ass before delivering a sharp slap that made her yelp. “This is for Borgia.” Slap. “And this is for the gardens.” Slap.

Lmaaoooo. Listeeeen🤷🏽‍♀️😂

“You like that?” I pulled her head back by her hair until she was looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. “You like getting your ass slapped while I pound that tight royal pussy with my hard cock?” “Yes.”

LMAAOOO. 😂😂👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽Periooddd Rhys !!🤭🤭🤭🤭

I buried myself so deep inside her I didn’t think I would ever get out. I didn’t want to. This right here, this was all I wanted. Bridget. Just Bridget. “Oh, God, Rhys!”

Eeeepppp. This is a hootttttt🤭. I can’t stop smiling, giggling, kicking my feet, my fanning my face. Ugh, I love it here

I came right after her with a loud groan, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane. I swore I lost my hearing for a second there,

Damn. Not he went deaf for a minute there. Oh perrioodd.😂

I wasn’t a sweet, lovey type of guy in any area of my life, but perhaps I’d been too rough with her. If I had my way, we would’ve done this in a proper room with a proper bed, but the walls were paper thin at the inn.

Yeah, we can tell. Lmaoo. Whew chile. You definitely would've been caught.

A fierce protectiveness washed over me as she pressed her face into my chest. God, this woman. She had no idea the things I would do for her.

♥️♥️. Awwww