Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

Don’t say it.
He slid into me with torturous slowness again.
I couldn’t hold back my pathetic whimpers as he played with me, edging
me over and over until I was about to lose my damn mind.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, dontsayit—
“Please.” I choked out the word.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.” The words faded into a moan as Josh increased his
speed.
“You can do better than that.” Sweat gleamed on his skin, and taut
muscles corded his neck. Holding back tortured him as much as it did me, but
I couldn’t take much satisfaction from that when I was on the knife’s edge of
insanity.
An electric spike of sensation speared through me when he hit that spot.
“Josh, please,” I sobbed, not caring anymore. “I can’t—I need—
please…”
Me saying his name must’ve snapped something inside him, because he
finally stopped teasing and started fucking me with full force again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “You love my cock wrecking
that tight little pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I gasped. “Yes, God, please. I’m going to…I’m…Oh God, oh
fuck!”
I screamed as white-hot pleasure blazed through me. Every thought and
memory incinerated, leaving only mind-numbing pleasure in their wake.
Josh kept fucking me, and another orgasm chased the first one, followed
by another. They rolled on and on, wringing me out until I was little more
than a boneless heap on the floor.
After my third or fourth orgasm, Josh finally came, and we lay there, our
breaths heavy in the sudden quiet, before he pushed himself off me and
tossed his condom in the nearby trashcan. I hadn’t even noticed him put one
on.
The lust-fueled fog cleared from my brain. I always made sure the guy

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used protection, even though I was on birth control. Thank God Josh had, but
the fact I hadn’t even thought to ask…
Fuck.
I watched him dress in silence, the import of what we did hitting me.
I’d had sex with Josh Chen. My best friend’s brother and one of the
people I despised most.
And not just any sex. Angry, toe-curling, brain-melting sex. Sex where
I’d begged for more and came so hard I still felt the aftereffects.
Oh my God. My stomach lurched. What have I done?

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19

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JOSH
T
HERE
WERE
AT
LEAST
A
DOZEN
DIFFERENT
KINDS
OF
SEX
.
There was sweet, sensual lovemaking. Rough, hard fucking. There were
casual quickies and emotional interludes and every shade of intimacy in
between. After twenty-nine years on earth, I thought I’d experienced every
type of sex possible.
Until Jules.
I didn’t even know what to call what we did. Sex seemed too bland and
generic a description. It’d been something rawer, more primal. Something
that dug deep into the nest of thorns hidden in the pits of my consciousness
and yanked them out for the world to see. Every shadow and jagged piece of
me, laid bare.
Jules had unlocked a darker version of me than I thought myself capable
of, and now that it was out, I wasn’t sure I could ever put it back in.
It should’ve been terrifying, but it was liberating. The greatest high I’d
ever experienced.
Greater than BASE jumping. Greater than mountain biking Bolivia’s
infamous Death Road. And a million times greater than any night I’d spent
with any woman in the past.
Jules and I hadn’t spoken a word to each other before I left the other
night, but days later, my need for another hit consumed me.
“Earth to Josh.” Ava snapped her fingers in front of my face. “You there?
Or are you already in New Zealand?” she teased.
I forced myself back into the present. It was one of the rare days we both
had off, so we’d scheduled a catchup over lunch.
“Yeah.” I sipped my water, wishing it were something stronger. Was it

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too early to start drinking? It was five o’clock somewhere, right? “I wish I
was in New Zealand. I can’t fucking wait.”
T-minus seven weeks until my trip. I was pumped, but I couldn’t summon
the desire to talk about it. I was too distracted by thoughts of Jules.
Maybe I’d been right when I called her a succubus. That was the only
explanation I could think of for the way she’d infiltrated my every waking
and sleeping second.
“It’ll be fun.” Ava ripped off a piece of her bread and popped it in her
mouth. “Just make sure to bring me back a Lord of the Rings souvenir or I’ll
never forgive you.”
“You don’t even like Lord of the Rings. You fell asleep halfway through
the first movie.”
“Yes, but you can’t go to New Zealand without bringing back a LOTR
souvenir. It’s inhumane.”
“Inhumane. I don’t think that word means what you think it means,” I
said, citing one of our favorite movies.