Twist Me

He stands in the doorway like a dark angel. His hair curls a little around his face, softening the hard perfection of his features. His eyes are trained on my face, and his lips are curved in a slight smile. He's stunning. And utterly terrifying. My instincts had been right--this man is capable of anything.

He turns me inside out, take me apart, and puts me back together—all in the span of one night.

We look at each other--predator and prey, the conqueror and the conquered--and in that moment, I feel an odd sort of connection to him. Like a part of myself is forever altered by what's happening between us.

The devil does indeed wear a beautiful mask.

It’s not the sweet, tender kind of love I always dreamed of, but it’s love. Dark, twisted, and obsessive, it’s both a compulsion and an addiction.

I can feel the darkness inside him. There’s something wrong with him. His outer beauty hides something monstrous underneath.

I’m as relaxed as I’ve been since waking up on this island. If I hadn’t been blindfolded, bound, and sodomized, I would’ve thought I was in a spa.

And I know that’s what this feeling is. Lust. Hormones, pure and simple.

Normal men don’t kidnap girls from the park. They don’t drug them and bring them to a private island.

it was like to want to hurt someone, to crave their death.

Evil is someone who would murder a child,” Beth says, staring at the bright blue water. “Evil is someone who would sell his thirteen-year-old daughter to a Mexican brothel…