Category: Twisted Love by Ana Huag

ALEX AND I SPENT THE REST OF THE WEEKEND LOCKED IN OUR SUITE, subsisting on room service and orgasms and christening every surface— though I’m not sure “christening” was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were. Sex with Alex was sex like I’d never known it. Raw. Animalistic. Souldestroying in the best possible way. It shattered every preconceived notion of who I was and molded me […]

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BY THE TIME ALEX AND I FINISHED, I WAS EXHAUSTED AND WRUNG OUT, AND I would wake up sore as hell tomorrow, but I didn’t care. Alex hadn’t held back, and that was what I’d wanted. Needed. Somehow, in choosing to let go, I’d never felt more powerful. Strength in weakness, control in submission. “Aren’t you tired?” I yawned, watching Alex through half-droopy eyes. We’d gone at it for what […]

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IT DIDN’T 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 mind… Fuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience I possessed had disappeared the moment she’d uttered those words. Maybe I like those things […]

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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 hotel’s state-of-the-art heating system. I wore a one-piece Eres swimsuit, courtesy of Alex, who’d 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 […]

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I WAS ON A WARPATH, AND EVERYONE GAVE ME WIDE BERTH AS I STALKED down the hall toward the elevators. My new assistant, who I’d hired after firing the congressman’s 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. […]

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IF I HAD TO DESCRIBE ALEX VOLKOV, A LITANY OF WORDS CAME TO MIND. Cold. Beautiful. Ruthless. Genius. “Patient” wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t 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 he’d been nothing but patient as he guided me through a series of visualization and meditation exercises to prepare […]

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“WHERE IS SHE?” I GRASPED MADELINE BY THE THROAT, RESISTING THE URGE to squeeze until I wiped the smug look off her face. I’d never raised a hand to a woman outside the bedroom—and then only if they consented—but I was this close to losing my shit. After I saw the video of Madeline pushing Ava into the pool, which I recognized from my previous visits to the Hauss mansion, […]

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“WHERE IS SHE?” I GRASPED MADELINE BY THE THROAT, RESISTING THE URGE to squeeze until I wiped the smug look off her face. I’d never raised a hand to a woman outside the bedroom—and then only if they consented—but I was this close to losing my shit. After I saw the video of Madeline pushing Ava into the pool, which I recognized from my previous visits to the Hauss mansion, […]

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OF ALL THE WAYS I’D PICTURED MY FRIDAY NIGHT GOING, GETTING TRAPPED in a pool room by a blonde who eyed me like I’d stolen her favorite Prada purse wasn’t one of them. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” I strove for politeness even as I took a step back. The woman looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen her before. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” Her smile […]

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“IT’LL BE OVER IN A FEW MONTHS.” I LEANED BACK IN MY CHAIR AND ROLLED my whiskey glass in my hands, watching dust mites dance in the air before me. “Hmmm.” My uncle rubbed his jaw, his eyes sharp as he examined me through the screen. I’d turned the guest room into my home office, as I preferred to work from home on the days I didn’t have to be […]

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