Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

The guesthouse at midnight, after everyone had gone to sleep. The supply closet on the third floor of the staff quarters during lunch hour. My favorite rooftop above the kitchen. No place was off-limits.

Oh i know dats rightttt ❗️👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

I’m going to kill him. Rhys had ordered me to wear a vibrator all day, and I, like an idiot, had agreed. It’d sounded hot, and Rhys had a minute-by-minute breakdown of my day.

Lmaaoo. omgggg

The instant I was in the hall, the vibrations ceased. Of course they did.

Of course. Lol

“You can’t tell me what to do.” “Come. Here.” His voice dropped to a dangerously soft decibel. “Before I bend you over my lap and spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for days.”

Oop-.🤭 teehee. He’s gives daddy/Dom vibessss

Rhys grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. “Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.”

RHYSSSSSSSSSS !!! Whew.😮‍💨 Yes please..

“You’ll do what I say, when I say it, and you’ll take my cock however I want. Won’t you?” Oh God. Another rush of moisture flooded between my legs. “Yes,” I breathed.

I am LIVING for thiis energy🥴. I…. Oh my...

“How was your day, sweetheart?” Rhys breathed against my lips, his tone gentling from moments ago. “Good. Frustrating,” I said pointedly before I too softened my voice. “I missed you.”

Aawwww. Like a little honeymoon bubble. I hope they make it. 🫶🏽 I know they will

“Not just any cock,” I panted. “Yours. Now are you going to keep talking, or are you actually going to fuck me?” Rhys laughed.

She said, HURRY UUPP. Lmao

“That’s right.” He pulled the vibrator out and positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Mine. Only mine. And don’t you forget it, Princess.”

How is this gonna play out tho ? Im assuming like The Princess Diaries 2...

“Bridget? Are you in there?” Mikaela. It took a few seconds for her voice to penetrate my sex-drenched fog, but once it did, my eyes flew open

Uh oohhh

“Y-yes. I’m”—Rhys slammed into me with a particularly brutal thrust—“coming!” My last word devolved into a gasp as my orgasm crashed over me in a tidal wave.

Lmaaooo. Funny.

I glared at Rhys, who’d fixed himself up in record time and looked like he was trying not to laugh. “This isn’t funny.” “Nice double entendre there at the end,” he said with a smirk.

Lmaooo. Hes annoyinng.😂😂

“I almost miss the days when you were an overbearing, overprotective ass.” “Then you’ll be pleased to hear I’m still an overbearing, overprotective ass.

Lmaoo. True. But now he’s got the girl too..

“It’s Mikaela. She doesn’t notice anything that doesn’t have to do with parties and society gossip. You could shove an elephant in front of her and she probably wouldn’t notice. You think I would’ve done that had it been Markus or Elin at the door?”

Lmaaooo. He has a point.

I remembered seeing a photo of her walking behind her father’s casket as a kid, her face scrunched in an obvious attempt to hold back tears, and thinking that even though I had a shitty home situation, at least I could cry at my parent’s funeral.

Lol. Very much English royal famly coded.

“Your Highness.” She dipped into a small curtsy, her lips fixed in a strained smile. “This is Malin.” Steffan’s discomfort visibly increased. “She gave me a ride back to the city.”

I call bullshit...

Rhys waited until we were in the elevator before he said, “They’re fucking.” The thought had crossed my mind, but it didn’t make sense. “You don’t know that.” “Trust me. I can tell when people are fucking, and they are.”

Lol. They mst definitely are.

we would eventually have to part ways…unless I did something drastic. Something no one had ever done before. Like repeal the Royal Marriages Law.

Yuuuuppppp. I see how this going.

He leaned down and whispered, “I’m going to sit you on that nice little throne over there and eat your pretty cunt out until you beg me to stop.”

Xaden is that youu ? 👀 Watchu doing here ?? Teehee.🤭

He chuckled. “Not motivation, just the truth. The throne suits you. Now…” He knelt before me and spread my thighs. “How can I serve you, Your Highness?”

🤭Teeheee

Before I could gather myself back together, he was up and inside me, his big body shielding me from sight should anyone walk in and his cock driving into me forcefully enough to send the chair inching back with each thrust.

Whew chile..🤭. That man. I want one.

“Now this is how a queen should be treated,” he said, his eyes dark and ravenous as they dropped from my face to where his cock pumped in and out of me. “Don’t you agree?” “Mmph ungh.” I moaned

LMAAOO. Folded her as uuppp.😂😂👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

On the bright side, it meant Bridget didn’t have time to see Steffan either. The fucker was back in town, and the thought of seeing them on another date made my blood burn.

Oh boy. But you knew what you siged up for.

“Get it together,” I muttered, slamming a jar of tomato sauce on the counter. “It’s one day.” Except it wasn’t only one day, because eventually, she would have to marry someone noble. Someone blue-blooded. Someone not me.

Aaawww.😔

Was Andreas the one who’d snooped through the guesthouse? I couldn’t think of a good reason why he’d do that unless he’d hoped to find something incriminating about Bridget, in which case he was shit out of luck.

Unless he planted something. Smh.

“From fighting like cats and dogs to fucking like—” “Rhys.” “What? You let me eat you out on the throne but I can’t say the word fucking?”

Lmaoo. Cute. I love these moments moree than the sex ones. Mmmm, idk about more than the sex ones but they do rank high. Lol

“Bridget, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I wanted to thank you for agreeing to be part of my bridal party. Truly. It means a lot to me.”

Yeah, shes better than me. Cause i wouldve told her and my brother to go the hottest of hells. Crazy I’m sorry. I would’ve still been pissed.

“Yes. And friends too, I hope.” Sabrina squeezed my hand. “I love Nikolai, and I’d be lying if I said I’m not happy he abdicated. But I also know what a huge burden it placed on you, and for that, I’m sorry.”

Girl fuck you ! No, we are not friends. Tf. Im sorry but Bridget is too nice and calm and forgiving for meeeee.

“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.”

Periooddd !

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.

Wait..cause im smiling right now🤭. Sooo hard ! .

I hated having to hide her, us. I wanted the world to know she was mine and mine alone. I wanted to tattoo myself into her skin and sink into her so fucking deep she could never get me out.

This is what you siged up for. It sucks but *sighs*🤷🏽‍♀️

I couldn’t claim her the way I wanted outside these walls, but right here, right now, when it was just the two of us? I was going to take her until we were both utterly ruined.

Wow. Hmm👏🏽👏🏽

“Keep your underwear, gloves, and heels on,” he said, still in that deceptively soft tone. “And crawl to me.” My breath gusted out in shock even as my core spasmed at the order.

Im sorry what ?!. AYOOOO ! LMMAAAOOO. Dawg....oh Rhys is not playinnggg. I cannot. But I’m here for itttt

I’d never crawled for anyone in my life—while I was all but naked, no less. Even if I wasn’t the future queen, it would be degrading. Humiliating. Depraved. And I’d never been more turned on.

LMMAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ayooo, well alrighty then. Girl, I lowkey get it. Cause why am I liking this ?!?

I sank to my hands and knees, shivering again at the feel of the cool wood floor against my bare skin. And I began to crawl.

LMAOO. I bet you did. I canot stop grinning righht now.

“Good girl.” He fisted my hair with one hand and used the other to unbuckle his pants. His cock sprung out, thick and hard, the swollen head dripping with pre-cum.

Whew chile. I wouldve taunted him as i was crawling to him. Just cause im a brat a bit. Lol

“What would your people say if they could see you now, Princess?” he grunted, pushing his cock deeper until it hit the back of my throat. I spluttered, my eyes watering from the sheer size of him. “Crawling and choking on your bodyguard’s cock?”

Lmaaao. Whew. Idk chile..

“There’s not much in the world I want to claim as mine. I’ve seen and done too much shit in my life to believe in forever. But you…” He grasped my chin with his free hand. “You belong to me. I don’t give a fuck what the law or anyone else says. You are mine. Understand?”

Aaawwww.🥰 Hes in loovveee.♥️

“I don’t like it when other people touch what’s mine. Especially when it’s a date who’s not me.” I’d known I’d be in trouble the minute I said that.

Uh oohhhh.

“But maybe you need a lesson to drive that point home.” Rhys rubbed his thumb over my swollen clit before his palm landed where his thumb had been.

Eeeeeepppppp. Yesssss.🫠

His palm landed on my pussy again with a loud slap. And again. And again. I was shaking, my eyes filled with tears as razor-sharp sensation spiked through me. My entire world had narrowed to the pulsing heat between my legs

Ommggggg. I love this punishmeenttttttttt. Omg. Wheeww.😮‍💨

“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.

Damn.

“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.

I cant stop smiling and grininng. I’m sick. 😮‍💨🤭Whew.

“That’s right. It belongs to me, and don’t you ever forget it.” Slap. I let out a keening wail, trying to scrabble away and push back harder against him at the same time.

My goodness. Im here for this.🤭

“Are you going to dance with your date again?” Rhys’s voice sounded remarkably even, if tightly controlled. I shook my head, the tears sliding down my cheeks.

😮‍💨Wheww

“Good.” Slap. “You are so wet, Princess.” Slap. “You should see how pretty and swollen your clit looks right now. Like it’s begging for me to spank it harder.” Slap.

Daaamnn. Damn. Teehee🤭. Sheesh🥴

I was still riding out the waves of my mind-shattering release when I felt Rhys’s tongue gently stroke my clit, licking and soothing until the burn faded.

Good. A little aftercare.. A touch of softness. We love a man who knows what he’s doing.

the contrast between the gentleness of his entry and the savage fury with which he now fucked me scrambled my senses to the point where I could only hold on to the table for dear life.

Damnn. *sighs*

And as Rhys too came with a loud groan, I wondered if he knew he owned every one of those pieces—not just of my body but also my heart.

Aawww. I hope he does.🫶🏽

and the one-line message. Not careful enough, Your Highness. I stared at the MP4 file attached to the email. No name, no hint as to what it contained.

This is too clearly her cousin and the speaker...smh.