Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to fuck me right now?”

I wished I could forget what happened and start over. I had plenty of friends, but I’d only ever had one best friend, and sometimes I missed him so damn much it hurt.

The arm was nice, though. Strong, solid, and comforting, like it could protect me from anything, and it belonged to someone who smelled amazing.

Slipping into an argument with Josh was like slipping into old pair of jeans, comforting and familiar.

“You don’t want or need sweet, Red. It would bore you to death.”

“Then please, pray tell, what do I want and need? Since you know me so well.”

“You want someone who can challenge you. Excite you. Keep you on your toes. And as for what you need…”

“You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.”

“Long story short, I just got out of a long, terrible relationship, and my friend”—she gestured toward me, causing dozens of heads to swivel in my direction—“reminded me the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. So I’m looking for a rebound.” The mix of studied hesitation and suggestiveness in her voice was enough to drive any red-blooded male crazy. Goddammit, she was good. “If you’re interested in a no strings attached night or two, give me your number. Thank you.”

He kissed the way we fought. Hard. Rough. Explosive. I hated how much I loved it.

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

The pressure, the ease with which his grip encompassed my throat, it all felt horrifyingly right, like I was made to wear his fingers around my neck. “I want you to see exactly whose cock you’re taking.”

God, she tasted incredible, like heat and spice and sugar all rolled into one. I’d always been a chocolate guy, but cinnamon was fast becoming my new favorite flavor.

I stared at her as she stood at the altar. She wore the same purple dress and carried the same bouquet as the other bridesmaids, but she glowed in a way that made it impossible to look away.

watching her smile was like watching the night sky light up with stars.

I didn’t know what I wanted from her, but I knew I wanted her. I knew she haunted my thoughts and invaded my dreams until she was the only thing I could see.

“We’re not dating other people, Red. I don’t give a fuck what the original terms of our arrangement were. Do you want to know why?”

“Why?”

“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.”

Of all my favorite sights in the world—the

Jules wearing my shirt might just be my number one.

Now, she was beautiful in a way that made me want to drown in her, to let her fill every inch of my soul until she fucking consumed me.

“I don’t know what you did to me, Red. But somehow, I went from wanting to kill you…to willing to kill for you.”

“I’m human, Red. I’ve made mistakes in the past, and I’ll make many more in the future. But one mistake I’ll never make is letting you go, not when there’s even a sliver of a chance left for us. Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.”

He could be the King of fucking England, but he’ll never give you what I’m willing to give you.”

“What’s that?”

“Everyt...

“Twelve days, eight hours, and nine minutes. I spent every second thinking of you.”

“In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.”

shouldn’t be scared of my little sister. But chatty Ava was normal; silent Ava was kinda terrifying.

I would take a thousand fights with Jules over a thousand easy days with anyone else.

“If you die, I die, Red.” I grinned and kissed her cheek. “Hell with you sounds like heaven to me.”