Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

“Still hate me?” I whispered, lacing my fingers with Jules’s.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed my hand. “Always.”

“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.

No, we fucked like it was our catharsis, a purge of everything dark and ugly that’d festered over the years. There was a certain liberation in not giving a fuck what the other person thought about you. We could be the worst, most untamed versions of ourselves, and in a world where everyone tried to fit everything into neat little boxes, it was as exhilarating as it was painful.

You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”

“Beg me to fuck you. To make you come all over my cock like you so desperately crave.”

He kissed the way we fought. Hard. Rough. Explosive.

I hated how much I loved it.

“Oh, Red. You’re about to find out just how untrue that is,” he said softly.

He moved so fast I didn’t get the chance to draw another breath before he yanked me against him and crushed his mouth against mine.

And my world as I knew it shattered into a million pieces.

I forced a smile. Yes, I’d been blessed with above average looks, but I didn’t feel lucky. Not when that was the only thing people saw when they looked at me, and not when my own mother viewed me as competition instead of family.

Like Josh, I’d never been interested in long-term dating. There were too many goals to reach, too much of the world to see, and too much of life to live without being tied down to one person.

Was Josh…jealous?