Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

“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.”

“You should go into your room, Princess.” His voice was full of gravel, dark and rough. “Go into your room and lock the door.”

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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.

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

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. Her eyes widened, but before she could respond, I closed the distance between us and grasped her chin with my hand. “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?”

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

“No underwear. Good girl,” I purred. “Because if you’d disobeyed my order…” I nipped her bottom lip and thrust a finger into her tight, wet heat, smiling when I heard her gasp. “I’d have to punish you.”

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

“You’re not in trouble. You are trouble.”

“My mother flew into one of her rages and backhanded me. I fell. I was lucky I didn’t hit my eye, or you’d be fucking a pirate impersonator.”

“He was getting too close.” I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw hurt.

“Hello, Brother.”

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