Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

You fucked me, then you tossed me aside just like everyone else.
An ache pierced my chest at the memory of her words.
God, I was such an ass.
“Oral sex isn’t the same.” Jules’s words morphed into a soft sigh when I
kissed her neck and gently stroked her wetness.
“You want me inside you, Red?”
A shudder rolled through her body. “Yes.”

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My already-stiff cock hardened further at the breathy hope in her voice,
but I held strong. “You have a shoulder sprain, Jules, not to mention bruises
all over. You could exacerbate your injuries.”
She let out another, less pleasurable sigh. “This is what I get for dating a
doctor, isn’t it?”
“Hmm.” The corner of my mouth tipped at her exasperation. “There are
benefits to dating a doctor, though. For example…” I pushed one finger
inside her while I kept my thumb on her clit. “I’m very good with anatomy.”
Jules’s grumble melted into a string of moans as she arched into my hand.
I kissed my way down her chest and bare stomach, and her moan turned into
a cry when I spread her open and delved in with my tongue. Stroking,
sucking, licking. Worshiping her like it was penance and she was my
salvation.
“Josh…I’m going to…” Jules’s soft gasp arrowed straight into my heart.
“Inside me. Please. I want to come when you’re inside me.”
I paused and groaned. My heart hammered so hard I felt it in every inch
of my body, and my cock was close to exploding. “You’re killing me, Red.”
We shouldn’t. She was injured. They were mild injuries, but still. The
smart thing would be to wait until she was fully healed.
But God help me, I couldn’t deny her anything when she was pleading
like that.
Against my better judgment, I lifted my head and rose until we were eye
level again.
“It’s going to be a little softer today, okay?” I brushed another strand of
hair out of her eyes.
Jules nodded with such enthusiasm I almost laughed again, but any
humor died when I rolled on a condom and pushed inside her, inch by inch,
until I filled her completely.
Her moan mingled with mine.
She felt so fucking good. Tight and wet and made for me, like she was the
jigsaw puzzle I’d been missing all my life.
My skin misted with sweat from the effort of holding back an orgasm,
and I let out a soft warning growl when Jules tightened around me.
“Can’t help it.” Her breaths came out in short pants. “You’re too big.”
Whenever we went even a few days without sex, she had to adjust to my
size all over again.
“And you take every inch beautifully.” I pulled out, then slid back in with

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a slow, smooth glide. Jules squirmed a little, but her muscles gradually
relaxed, and pride lit my chest. “That’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so
well.”
Jules’s face flushed with pleasure. “Josh…”
“Your pussy was made for me, Red. Every part of you, made for me.” My
own breaths harshened as I increased the pace. The sensual, languorous
rhythm was a one eighty from our usual rough, furious fucking, but in a way,
it was even hotter.
I could savor every glide of my cock into her and every one of her
whimpers and moans as I fucked away every bad memory from our last time
together.
“Don’t hold back,” I growled when her teeth sank into her bottom lip. I
could tell from the tenseness of her muscles that she was about to come. “I
want to hear your sweet screams.”
I reached down to rub her clit, pressing with just enough pressure to tip
her over the edge while I picked up the pace. A cry of pleasure ripped from
Jules’s throat. Her back arched, and I grunted at the sensation of her tight
pussy walls pulsing around me.
My chest expanded at the sight of her like this—completely undone and
so beautiful I couldn’t look away if my life depended on it.
“That’s it.” I rubbed my thumb over her cheek and leaned down to kiss
her. Hard. “Good girl,” I whispered. “I love hearing you scream for me.”
Jules’s whimpers shot straight to my cock, and it didn’t take long before I
came with a loud groan.
I rolled off her, not wanting to jostle her shoulder, and we lay there in
contented silence until we caught our breath.
Sex was great, but this part? The one where we basked in the glow and
each other’s presence? It was even better.
I turned on my side and wrapped an arm around Jules’s waist, drawing
her closer. I never gave a fuck about cuddling before her, but I loved having
her in my arms. It just felt…right.
“How’s your shoulder?”
“Still attached.” Jules laughed at my scowl. “It’s fine. See? We had sex,
and I didn’t die.”
“Not funny.” I didn’t even want to joke about her dying. “I’m checking
your shoulder again later, just in case.”
“Yes, Dr. Chen,” she teased. “Do you offer these kinds of hands-on

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checkups to everybody, or am I special?”
“I only offer them to my most stubborn, infuriating, pain in the ass
patients. The ones I can’t stop thinking about. Luckily…” I smoothed my
palm over the curve of her ass. “I only have one of those.”
Jules’s breath hitched. “Lucky me.”
“Lucky you,” I drawled, a cocky smile forming on my lips.
“Arrogant ass.” She laughed before her face turned serious. “Do you still
have the painting? Max’s associates will come looking for it, and I don’t—”
“I took care of it.”
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
She winkled her nose. “Cryptic much?”
“It’s a surprise, Red. You’ll see,” I repeated.
Jules huffed and dropped the subject, but I could tell she was intrigued.
Nothing piqued her interest like a surprise.
Now, all I had to do was figure out how to reveal it…after I figured out
how to retrieve those musical tickets I destroyed last week. I could fold both
things into one.
I grazed my knuckles over her back in lazy strokes, content just to listen
to her breathe, while she yawned and buried her face in my chest. Now that
the high from sex was wearing off, exhaustion lined her face and shadowed
her eyes.
“We’re going to have to tell Ava, you know,” she mumbled. “Eventually.
Someday.”
“Don’t remind me.” I grimaced at the thought of Ava’s reaction. “How
long do you think we should wait? A year? A decade?”
“A decade, or maybe a century. A century sounds good. She’ll be so…”
Jules’s voice slowly drifted off.
I peeked down at her. Out cold, just like that.
Between what happened with Max, her bar exam, and our makeup, she
must be worn out.
I kissed the top of her head and tucked her closer to me.
We could worry about Ava later.
For now, I wanted to enjoy the moments that belonged only to us.

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JOSH
I 
RUBBED
A
REASSURING
HAND
OVER
J
ULES
’
S
BACK
AS
WE
STEPPED
OFF
THE
elevator and straight into an apartment that looked like it’d been lifted from
the pages of Architectural Digest.
Light gray walls, black marble floors, gold fixtures. It screamed bachelor
pad, but unlike two years ago, feminine accents now added a softer touch: a
bouquet of white lilies here, a watercolor painting there.
“We’ll be fine,” I whispered to Jules.
We’d both fucked up in our own ways, but we could finally move on
from the past together…after we cleared our last hurdle.
“Easy for you to say,” she whispered back. “You’re a blood relation. I’m
not.”
“She loves you more than me.”
“Hmm. That’s true.”
My laugh died when Ava met us at the private elevator entrance to the
apartment she shared with Alex. I quickly dropped my hand from Jules’s
back.
We’d finally scrounged up the courage to tell Ava the truth a week after
we made up, but all that courage died in the face of my sister’s expectant
smile, which melted into suspicion when she saw Jules standing by my side.
I’d called to tell her I was coming, but I’d left out the part about bringing
Jules. I didn’t want her piecing two and two together before we told her
ourselves.
Then again, that might’ve been a smarter move. Let her get the shock out
of her system before we saw her.