Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

I thought I’d escaped my past, but at the end of the day, our demons always caught up with us.

“When I take you out, it’ll be the best damn date you’ve ever had.” “Your ego truly knows no bounds.” The breathlessness of her voice erased the sting of her insult. I leaned forward and replaced my thumb with my lips. “Let’s make a bet, Red.” My mouth brushed over hers—not in a kiss, but in a promise. “I bet after our date, you won’t even be able to think about another man.” The last part came out as a low growl. Jules audibly swallowed. “You’re setting very high expectations, Chen.” My smile returned. “Don’t worry. I never set expectations I can’t meet.”

My hand around her throat. Her nails clawing at my skin. Her whimpers and pleas as I edged her toward insanity before I fucked the fight right out of her.

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s a multimillionaire and plastered on every magazine in the world. He could be the King of fucking England, but he’ll never give you what I’m willing to give you.” The goosebumps multiplied. “What’s that?” “Everything.”

But despite the orgasms rocking through me and the thick scent of sex in the air, what we were doing didn’t feel like sex. It felt like love.

“Your pussy was made for me, Red. Every part of you, made for me.”