Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)

by Ana Huang

She thought her rent at the Mirage was low? That was nothing compared to how she lived rent-free in my fucking head.

“Because love is ordinary. Mundane. And you, Stella…” The soft rasp of the zipper filled the air as he dragged it up my spine in one exquisitely, torturously slow glide. My breath left my lungs at both the sensuality of the movement and the raw intimacy of his next words. “You’re extraordinary.”

“I want to make a few things clear.” Christian’s lips brushed mine with each word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.”

YES!! Get jealous Christian!!!!!

I was on my knees, but I had the power to bring him to his.

“I believe in everything when it comes to you.”

“I know,” I said. I couldn’t believe I’d sunk to conversing with plants, but here we were. “I miss her too.”