Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)

by Ana Huang

“How would you like to be fucked, Butterfly?” He kept his thumb on my clit and pushed a finger inside me, working it deeper with each movement. A whimper clawed up my throat as my body lit beneath his erotic manipulations. “On your back and spread wide, or on all fours taking every inch of my cock in that tight little pussy?”

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Another, more guttural groan. “That’s it, sweetheart. You can take it.”

Because as rough as Christian was, I’d never felt safer.

“You’re dripping all over my cock, sweetheart. Look at you.” He swept his thumb over my damp cheek. I was a mess, my face streaked with tears and my body trembling with lust. “An angel about to come from being fucked like a whore.”

Sex was a transaction, something people did to pass the time and find physical release. Anyone could have sex. But no one could rip me apart and put me back together the way she could.

I made the decision without thinking. It seemed my default setting was giving Stella anything she wanted.

But it was Stella’s first time in Hawaii, and despite her protest, I could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes. She really wanted to stay, and I would rather lose an empire than see her sad at my hands.

It was a secluded beach on the North Shore, and even though it was almost sunset, it was empty save for the gorgeous picnic set up on the sand.

“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.”

“I thought it was obvious, but in case it isn’t, you’re mine, Stella.” His touch branded my skin with hot possessiveness. “I don’t want to see other women, and I sure as fuck don’t want you seeing other men.” Ice frosted the word men. “You belong with me. Exclusively. There is not a world or lifetime where that’s not true.”

“When you groped my date at the event last night, which hand did you use?”

“You touched what was mine. And if there’s one thing I hate…” I pushed the knife deeper, letting the serrated edge tear through his flesh with agonizing slowness until his cries reached an inhuman pitch. “It’s people touching what’s mine.”

“But if you ever touch, look at, or so much as think about Stella again…” I shoved the blade in all the way until the only remaining visible part was the handle. Frank had lost his voice from screaming and could only choke out a pained sob. “Your hand won’t be the only thing I’ll chop off.”

The sight of the two glass jars made me inordinately happy. It wasn’t the salsa per se; it was the fact that he’d gone out of his way to buy them for me.

“I knew you could take it. Every inch, just like that.” His praise washed over me as I gagged around the base of his cock. “Good girl.”

“I love when you beg so sweetly for me.” He buried his face in my neck and nipped at the skin. “Do you need to come, hmm?” “Yes.” My answer spilled out in a sob. “Then be a good girl and push that pretty little cunt back on me.”

I clung to him as he carried us to the shower.

I never had to worry when I was with him.

“I’m a billionaire. We can do whatever we want.” I smiled at her playful eye roll. “Consider it my birthday present.”

“Besides, it doesn’t make sense that you would take me on my dream trip for your birthday. We should go somewhere you want to go.” Stella hooked her arms around my neck. “Spill it, Harper. What’s your bucket list destination?” “Don’t have one, and spoiling you is for me.”

“It is real.” He pressed his mouth to the base of my throat. “And if it isn’t, I’ll find a way to make it real.” His kisses burned a path up my neck to my mouth. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Stella.”

“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” Christian groaned. “Open wider for me, sweetheart.”

“You look so beautiful tied up and blindfolded.” The tip of his cock brushed against my still sensitive sex as his voice roughened. “There’s no one around, Stella. I can make you scream as loud as I want. Fuck you as hard as your pussy can take it until you come all over my cock.”

“You told me about your family, but I don’t even know if the story is true. Was that also a lie? I have no idea who you are or what you’re capable of. Your dreams, your fears—” “My dream is to be with you. And my biggest fear,” I said, my voice low and ragged with emotion, “is losing you.”

“Do you want to know another secret, Stella?” My voice was unrecognizable in its rawness. “I can’t say no to you.” Not when it came to the things that mattered. “But I will always be here if you need me, no matter how far in distance or time. I don’t care if we’re on different continents or if it’s five, fifty years in the future. I never want you to wake up and feel like you’re alone, because you’re not. You’ll always have me.” My eyes burned as my final, greatest truth scraped up my throat. “I love you. So fucking much.”

I thought saying those words for the first time would feel strange. They didn’t. They felt like they’d been waiting to find their home all these years and found it in her.

There was nothing left of me when I took out all the parts that belonged to her.

I would give Stella anything she wanted, even if it killed me in the process.

Violence pulsed through me at the thought of him touching Stella. Holding her, making her laugh. I had never hated anyone more.

Still, I preferred the office to my bedroom, where her soft scent lingered in the sheets and pillows weeks later. Sometimes, I heard her laugh. Other times, I rolled over and could’ve sworn she was next to me, teasing me like she always did.

this is heartbreak.

Even knowing what the outcome would be. Even knowing that I would eventually get my heart broken. Because all the most beautiful days of my life have been with you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.

I would rather be miserable now after having been loved by you than be happy without having ever known you.

Because if this date does happen, it means you’ve forgiven me. And if I have you back, I’ll never give you a reason to leave again.

I’m trying, Butterfly. I’m trying so fucking hard. To stay away from you. To not think about you. To not love you. My life would be so much easier if I could move on, but I know I can’t. Even if you never forgive me. Even if you never talk to me again. Even if you move on. I’ll still love you. You will always be my first, last, and only love.

“You taste…” I removed my fingers and lowered my head. “Like mine

Across from us, Alex resembled a statue in his stillness. He was always attuned to Ava, but in that moment, he looked at her like the world was the night sky and she was the only star in existence.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Christian walked alongside me, his suits traded for a casual linen shirt and pants. “Just a penny? I thought you were a billionaire.” “A quarter then. Final offer,” he said

Because before me, framed by pastel-covered hills and the golden hues of sunset, was a sight I’d never anticipated. Christian Harper on one knee, velvet box open in hand to reveal a dazzling diamond ring set with emeralds.

“They’ll extend your life span, Mr. Harper. I want many, many years with you.” “Not years, sweetheart. Forever.”

We were going to be parents. I was going to be a father, and I was going to see Stella swell with our child.

“I was right all those years ago,” she murmured. “You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.” I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.”