Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

There were probably a hundred poor souls walking around with low self-esteem so Josh Chen could sail through life with an ego the size of Jupiter.

Satan must’ve been distracted the day he created his hellspawn and poured a little too much obnoxiousness into Josh’s beaker.

“I like you a lot better when you aren’t talking. I should bring you food more often.”

“I’ve never seen you so worked up over something that wasn’t me.”

“And I’m not calling you Red because of your hair color. I’m calling you Red because you make me see red half the time. Plus, it rolls off the tongue better than JR.”

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

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

“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.”

“It’s a choice, Red. I can get any girl I want at any time.” “False. You can’t get me.” “I haven’t tried.”

“I could fuck your brains out right now. Make you take back every word you said and have you begging for more by the end of it.”

“Let’s make another bet, Red. I bet if I bent you over and yanked up that little skirt of yours, I’d find you soaking for me. And I bet I could have you begging for my cock, for me to make you come so hard you’ll see fucking stars before the night is over.”

“But then you wouldn’t have been able to come so hard around it. Multiple times,” I said silkily. “That would’ve been a damn shame. Your screams are so sweet.”

“You on your knees, gagging on every inch of my cock while I ruin your tight little throat.”

Now, if only I could fuck the hunger for Jules out of my system, I’d be a happy man.

“Keep those screams in, Red. I’m the only person who gets to hear how much you love my cock in that tight little cunt.”

When I’m not with her, I wish she were there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever. I’d never felt that way toward a woman…except for one.

My heart pounded out a hard, territorial rhythm with each step. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“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.”

But Josh had seen the worst of me, assumed the worst of me, and he still wanted to stay. It was enough to induce that most dangerous of emotions: hope.

I curled my arm around her waist, tucked her closer to my chest, and, for the first time since our arrangement started, we slept together.

I flew to him and buried my face in his chest while his arms closed around me. He smelled like soap and citrus, and his sweatshirt was soft against my cheek.

Trading New Zealand for Whittlesburg. I was truly fucked in the head, and I couldn’t even bring myself to be mad about it.

Jules, will you go out with me?

“Keep saying things like that, and I might never let you go.”

“First and last, Red.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck. I don’t share. Not when it comes to you.”

I wished I could say I didn’t know how I ended up here, but I’d been on a slow, steady march toward this moment since our first kiss. Hell, maybe even before that, with Vermont and our clinic truce.

“Because you’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.”

“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.”

“So, like I said…” Josh brushed away my tear. “I’ll wait. For as long as it takes.”

“What’s that?” “Everything.”

“My heart. My soul. My dignity. What do you want me to do, Jules?”

“Twelve days, eight hours, and nine minutes. I

“You’re the only thing that could make me happy forever.”

“Careful, Chen. Keep saying things like that, and I might never let you go,”

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

“It’s okay. I love you anyway.”

“Twelve days, twelve orgasms.”