A scintillating romance about a cold-hearted man driven by vengeance whose heart starts to melt when he is forced to look after his best friend's sister, Twisted Love is essential reading for all fans of enemies-to-lovers stories. He has a heart of ice... but for her, he'd burn the world.
View MoreAVA POV:Every year,my family celebrated Thanksgiving with a Chinese twist. Instead of turkey and mashed potatoes, we ate roast duck, rice, dumplings, and fish cake soup. Food-wise, this year was the same, but without Josh, the dinner had been two hours of silence and awkwardness. Alex and my dad held a few brief conversations about football and work, and that was it. I think my dad was stressed about something at his office. He seemed more irritated than usual.I also suspected my dad didnāt like Alex much. It was a surprise, considering he had a soft spot for smart, accomplished people, and Alex was as smart and accomplished as they came. Iād always chalked it up to the fact that Alex didnāt kiss ass as much as Chinese parents likedāhe wasnāt one for flattering words. Plus, I was ninety percent sure my dad knew something was up with me and Alex, though he didnāt say anything.āHe knows,ā I whispered when my dad excused himself to use the restroom. āI swear, he knows.āāNo, he doesn
AVA POV:āItās not safe.āBridget drew herself up to her full five feet, nine inches and leveled an icy glare at the dark-haired man glowering right back at her. Ballsy, considering she was the princess and he was the bodyguard, but Rhys Larsen wasnāt Booth. That much was clear in the week since heād arrived in Hazelburg to take over Boothās protection duties.Weād thrown a big going away celebration for Booth at The Crypt and sent quick prayers that Bridgetās new bodyguard would be as cool as Booth.Prayers not answered.Rhys was gruff, surly, and arrogant. He drove Bridget mad, which was quite something, since she never lost her temper. In the past seven days, however, Iād seen her on the verge of yelling. Iād been so shocked I almost dropped my camera.āFall Fest is an annual tradition,ā she said in a regal voice. āIāve attended every year for the past three years, and I donāt intend to stop now.āRhysās gray eyes flickered. He was a little younger than Boothāmaybe early thirties,
AVA POV:My friends had mixed reactions to Alexās and my new relationship status. Jules was ecstatic, claiming she knew Alex had a thing for me and demanding to know what he was like in bed. I refused to answer but flushed a deep crimson, and that had told her all she needed to know. I think Jules would have died of disappointment had Alexās bedroom skills not lived up to the promise of his devastating looks and intimidating presence. Luckily for me, they did.Stella, meanwhile, was worried. Happy for me, but worried. She warned me to take things slow and not fall too hard, too fast. I didnāt have the heart to tell her that train had left the station ages ago. Maybe not the ātoo fastā part, as Alex Volkov had stolen my heart, bit by bit, over the years, even before I thought I liked him, but the ātoo hard?ā Heart, meet free fall.Bridget was neutral. I supposed princesses were inherently more diplomatic, which was why she said nothing other than if I was happy, she was happy.The spe
AVA POV:Alex and I spent the rest of the weekend locked in our suite, subsisting on room service and orgasms and christening every surfaceāthough Iām not sure āchristeningā was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were.Sex with Alex was sex like Iād never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me into something darker, more depraved. He called me Sunshine one moment and his whore the next.And I loved it.Even at his coldest, Alex had always treated me with respect outside the bedroom, but inside the bedroom, I was his toy. His to fuck and useāin the shower, pressed against the window, bent over the deskāand I craved it as much as he did.I screamed, my core clenching around his cock for what mustāve been the thousandth time as another orgasm ripped through and broke me into a million pieces of ecstatic agony.When the fog of pleasure finally faded, I found Alex sta
AVA POV:By the time Alex and I finished, I was exhausted and wrung out, and I would wake up sore as hell tomorrow, but I didnāt care. Alex hadnāt held back, and that was what Iād wanted. Needed.Somehow, in choosing to let go, Iād never felt more powerful. Strength in weakness, control in submission.āArenāt you tired?ā I yawned, watching Alex through half-droopy eyes. Weād gone at it for what mustāve been hours, but whereas I was ready to pass out, he looked alert and awake as ever.āIf by ātiredā you mean you wore me out, perhaps,ā he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. āBut if youāre asking whether Iām sleepy, no.āāHow is that possible?ā I mumbled into my pillow.āInsomnia, Sunshine. I sleep a few hours a nightāif Iām lucky.āI frowned. āBut thatāsā¦ā Another huge yawn. āNot good.āHumans need sleep. How had Alex survived all this time on only a few hours a night? āWe should fix that. Chamomile tea. Meditation. Melatoninā¦ā My voice drift
ALEX POV:It didnāt take long for me to secure the penthouse and all but drag Ava into the luxurious suite. I was so fucking hard my cock almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mindā¦Fuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience I possessed had disappeared the moment sheād uttered those words.Maybe I like those things too.My blood roared at the memory.Baby, you have no idea what you got yourself into, I thought, shutting the door behind me.Ava stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing a dress over her swimsuit and a half-nervous expression. With her doe eyes and innocent features, she resembled a sacrificial virgin awaiting defilement.My cock throbbed harder.āTake off your clothes,ā I said, my soft voice a whip crack in the silence.Part of me wanted to bury myself deep inside her as soon as possible; the other part wanted to savor every moment.Despite a slight shake in her
AVA POV:The day had finally come.I stood five feet away from the pool, my skin etched with goosebumps even though the temperature hovered at a toasty eighty-four degrees thanks to the hotelās state-of-the-art heating system.I wore a one-piece Eres swimsuit, courtesy of Alex, whoād handed me the shopping bag without a word when he picked me up for our lesson today.After weeks of learning relaxation techniques and acclimating myself to the thought of being in water, it was time for me to get in the water.I wanted to throw up. Panic gripped me, its icy claws digging into my sweat-slicked skin and drawing invisible blood. My stomach pumped in rhythm with my wild heart, causing my breakfast to slosh around like rubber ducks in a bath.āBreathe.ā Alexās calm voice steadied me somewhat. āRemember our lessons.āāOkay.ā I dragged in a lungful of air and almost gagged at the smell of chlorine. āI can do this, I can do this,ā I chanted.āIāll go in firs
ALEX POV:I was on a warpath,and everyone gave me wide berth as I stalked down the hall toward the elevators. My new assistant, who Iād hired after firing the congressmanās insipid daughter for leaking my cell number to the Gruppmann CEO, pretended to be on the phone when I passed, and the rest of the staff kept their eyes glued to their computer screens like their lives depended on it.I didnāt blame them. Iād been biting peopleās heads off left and right for the past weekIncompetent, every single one of them.I refused to entertain any other reason Iād been so cranky since my birthday, especially if that āother reasonā happened to be five-five with black hair and lips that tasted sweeter than sin.I ignored the two people who scrambled off the elevator when they saw me enter, and jabbed the button for the lobby.That fucking kiss. Itād tattooed itself onto my mind, and I found myself thinking about itāabout the way Ava tasted and felt in my armsāfar more than I should. Thanks to t
AVA POV:If I had to describe Alex Volkov, a litany of words came to mind. Cold. Beautiful. Ruthless. Genius.āPatientā wasnāt one of them. It wasnāt even in the top thousand.But over the past few weeks, I had to admit I might have to bump it up on the list, because heād been nothing but patient as he guided me through a series of visualization and meditation exercises to prepare me for my first real swimming session.If youād told me two months ago that I would be āvisualizingā and āmeditatingā with Alex freakinā Volkov, I wouldāve laughed my ass off, but sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. And you know what? The exercises helped. Iād visualize myself standing near a body of water, then use deep breathing and relaxation techniques to calm myself. I started small, with pools and ponds, and worked my way up to lakes. Alex also started taking me to bodies of water so I could get more comfortable near them. I even dipped my toe into a pool.I wasnāt cured of my fear of water, b
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