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.”

“Tell me why I can’t stop thinking about you. Hmm? What the fuck did you do to me?”

“Sweetheart, in a few minutes, you’ll forget your own name.”

“She understands me in a way no one else does, even if our worldviews are fundamentally different. When I’m not with her, I wish she were there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever. She makes me want to be a better person, and when I think about a world where she doesn’t exist…” His jaw flexed. “I want to burn every inch of it to the ground.”

“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.”

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. It didn’t matter if it killed me, because in a world where I was surrounded by death, she was the only thing that made me feel alive.

All I knew was, he set me ablaze, and I never wanted the fire to go out.

Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.”

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s a multi-millionaire and plastered on every magazine in the world. He could be the King of fucking England, but he’ll never give you what I’m willing to give you.”

“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.”