Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

“I’m having fun, and I’m leaving with a guy at the end of the night. You can’t stop me.” I smiled coldly. “You’re right. You are leaving with a guy. Me.”

I didn’t answer, but my jaw continued to tick in rhythm with my pulse. Tick. Tick. Tick. A bomb waiting to go off and blow up our lives as knew it. “Maybe…” Bridget’s expression turned contemplative as she took a step toward me. Mistake number one. “You want to be in their place.” She smiled, but the haunted look remained in her eyes. “Do you want me, Mr. Larsen? The princess and the bodyguard. It would make a nice story for your buddies.” Mistake number two. “You want to stop talking now, Your Highness,” I said softly. “And be very, very careful what you do next.” “Why?” Bridget took another step toward me, then another, until she was less than a foot away. “I’m not afraid of you. Everyone else is, but I’m not.” She placed her hand on my chest. Mistake number three. Her gasp hadn’t fully left her throat before I spun her around and bent her over the nearby dresser,

Bridget’s hands clenched into fists. “You won’t touch me, and you won’t let anyone else touch me either. So tell me, what the hell do you want, Mr. Larsen?” You.

I gasped out a laugh as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder with the ease of someone picking up a rag doll. “You can’t! No one sits on the throne except the monarch.” Rhys set me down on the gold and velvet chair. “It’s going to be yours one day. Might as well get used to it,” he said. “How does it feel?”

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