Twisted (Never After, #4)

by Emily McIntire

Smiling wide, I make sure to show all my teeth. “Better,” he says. “It’s because I’m imagining what it would feel like to kill you.”

There aren’t butterflies in my stomach. No soft pitter-patters of flapping wings or gentle flips. Instead, he causes an inferno, raging through my system and disintegrating me.

“You make it hard for a man to leave when you look like that.”

“I want your blood and your anger and your violence and your lust.” My thumb brushes against her bottom lip. “I want your smiles and your tears and your insolent fucking mouth.”

“I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me,” I rasp. “But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.”

“I’m not sorry for loving you. I’m only sorry it took me so long to realize that I did.”

“I don’t want to live if it isn’t with you.”