Twisted Love, 1
A danger she can’t escape, a love he didn’t choose.
Fox lost everything—and now he wants revenge.
Willow is the collateral damage who is tangled up with the wrong man.
He watches her. Hunts her. Plays with her.
And when their two worlds collide, they’re pulled into a deadly game—
a game of secrets, obsession, and forbidden desire.
In Fox’s world, nothing is safe.
And loving him could cost them both everything.
Excerpt:
The strong smell of her frangipani diffuser hit me, even through my ski mask.
I looked over at the Little Bird, passed out cold.
Judging by the empty shot glass next to her bed she must have washed that Valium down with the Grey Goose that sits in her freezer.
Yeah, I got in her head and I fucking loved it.
I don’t know why I was here, watching her. Maybe I really was a bad man.
I picked up random objects from her dresser, inspecting them before putting them back down. A photo of her and Leo sat in the center and blowing out a sigh, I placed the photo face down.
Standing at her bedside, I watched her as she slept peacefully, surprising, considering the little game I had played earlier that night. She wasn’t tossing and turning like she usually did, but I guess a cocktail of vodka and sleeping pills does the job well, knocking out a tiny bird like her.
Her brown curls were spread over her pillow and I gently leaned down, smelling her fruity shampoo.
Yeah, I was a total creep.
Ever so gently, I traced my gloved hands over her full lips and down her arm. Her nipples were hard, peaking through her cotton shirt, and I felt myself harden as I touched them softly, a jolt of electricity running through my body.
I looked back to her face.
Nothing. She was dead to it.
That was the first time I’d been confident she was sleeping heavy enough to touch her. Usually, she would thrash around so much it wasn’t worth the risk.
My fingers feathered down the side of her body, gently lifting the bottom of her shirt and running them over her smooth stomach. I touched the crease of her ass cheeks that hung out of the bottom of her tiny shorts before smoothing my hand down her leg.
I looked at her again as she softly moaned in her sleep.
My cock was straining painfully against my jeans, and I took it as my cue to leave her.
I watched for a little bit longer, before I left her to her dreams, or her nightmares.
It was hard to leave. I felt as though I was tethered to her.
It had been a long time since I’d touched someone like that.
I didn’t feel anything though, only emptiness.
Because I’d enjoyed seeing her like that, and it once again confirmed that I really was a bad man.
Maybe having a heart as black as mine wasn’t always the worst thing in the world.
Because having a heart as black as mine meant it would be easier if I had to slit her throat.
- Series:
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