Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

“You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”

What would it be like to be loved so deeply by someone I wouldn’t have to worry about every little move possibly driving them away?

“Because you’re mine,” I said against her mouth. “Let another man touch you, Jules, and you’ll find out just how easily I can take a man’s life as I can save one.”