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  Copyright T.L Smith 2018

  Distorted Love by T.L Smith

  Dark Intentions #1

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

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  Cover – RBA

  Photographer- Lauren Watson Perry

  Edited – Swish Editing

  Proofread – Contagious Edits

  Formatter – Integrity Formats

  Table of Contents

  Disclaimer

  Other books by TL Smith

  Note:

  BLURB

  For you, Husbot.

  Prologue | Saskia

  Chapter 1 | Ryken

  Chapter 2 | Saskia

  Chapter 3 | Ryken

  Chapter 4 | Saskia

  Chapter 5 | Ryken

  Chapter 6 | Saskia

  Chapter 7 | Ryken

  Chapter 8 | Saskia

  Chapter 9 | Ryken

  Chapter 10 | Saskia

  Chapter 11 | Ryken

  Chapter 12 | Saskia

  Chapter 13 | Ryken

  Chapter 14 | Saskia

  Chapter 15 | Ryken

  Chapter 16 | Saskia

  Chapter 17 | Ryken

  Chapter 18 | Saskia

  Chapter 19 | Ryken

  Chapter 20 | Saskia

  Chapter 21 | One Year Later | Ryken

  Chapter 22 | Saskia

  Chapter 23 | Ryken

  Chapter 24 | Saskia

  Chapter 25 | Ryken

  Chapter 26 | Saskia

  Chapter 27 | Ryken

  Chapter 28 | Saskia

  Other books by TL Smith

  Sasha's Dilemma (Dilemma #1) FREE

  Adam’s Heaven (Dilemma #1.5)

  Sasha’s Demons (Dilemma #2)

  Krinos (Take Over #1)

  Kalon (Take Over #2)

  Kratos (Take Over #3)

  Pure Punishment (Standalone)

  Antagonize Me (Standalone)

  Degrade (Flawed #1)

  Twisted (Flawed #2)

  Black (Black #1)

  Red (Black #2)

  White (Black #3)

  Distrust (Smirnov Bratva #1) FREE

  Disbelief (Smirnov Bratva #2)

  Defiance (Smirnov Bratva #3)

  Dismissed (Smirnov Bratva #4)

  Lovesick (Standalone)

  Lotus (Standalone)

  Savage Collision (A Savage Love Duet book 1)

  Savage Reckoning (A Savage Love Duet book 2)

  Cocky Fiancé

  Buried in Lies

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  Note:

  Although this book has been written in US English, it is set in Australia. It may contain euphemisms, terms and slang that form part of the everyday UK English/Australian language.

  If you would like further explanation, please do not hesitate to contact the author. Contact details have been provided, for your convenience, at the end of this book.

  BLURB

  I loved him from the age of sixteen.

  Hated him from the age of eighteen.

  He disappeared at the age of nineteen.

  We started off as enemies, then fast became lovers.

  But our story isn’t a happily ever after.

  It was a story of a king and a peasant. Can you guess which I was?

  I knew we weren’t meant to be.

  You see, he fell in love with her first. He loved me last.

  I'm not someone’s second choice.

  Not even for the boy who stole my heart.

  I'm someone’s first.

  Now, I just have to remember that.

  For you, Husbot.

  Prologue

  Saskia

  My hands run the length of the cold cement wall at the back of the alley. I’m in a place I don’t recognize but I was requested to meet here. Straightening my posture, I brush my fingers through my blonde hair and take another step, one foot in front of the other in my high heels. These things cost me more than a pretty penny with their signature red soles. So here I am because I received an email telling me the location.

  It has to be her.

  Or so I thought.

  It’s been one year since I’ve seen her. Or him for that matter. They ran off together. I loved him as much as I loved her. It wasn’t fair. They broke my heart.

  Checking my phone, I pause with one hand on the cement wall and notice I have no reception. Great. Just what I need. Rummaging through my bag, I check for my wallet, and find my pills and bottle of water as well. Hey, at least I have water. If I die today, I’ll be hydrated.

  It’s late. My last client was finalized before I left to come here. So, after this, I plan to go and sit in my bath and drink all the fucking wine.

  If I make it out alive, that is. Looking up, there’s a white door a short distance away from me. It has a sign hanging from a rusty nail that states ‘Knock Three Times.’ I want to laugh and purposely knock only once, or twice, to be a smart ass. I restrain myself. Instead, I go against my better judgment and knock three times like the sign says.

  Standing there, I wait for the door to magically open. It doesn’t. Instead, nothing happens. So I knock again. This time, four times for good measure. I chuckle. Nothing.

  Turning around, I notice the door I entered through is now shut.

  Fuck! I swear I left it open. How did that happen?

  A scream rips from my mouth.

  Quinn is standing in front of me.

  That same deadly stare he had all those years ago still in place.

  He’s dangerous.

  He’s a collector. And not of things. Of people.

  “Saskia.” He says my name then steps back, pushing the door open to a dark room.

  I don’t want to walk in there. Who the fuck knows what’s in that room, and I sure as shit don’t want to find out. I’m more than happy keeping all my body parts today, thank you very much.

  Turning, a voice stops me.

  It isn’t Quinn’s.

  No, it’s him.

  Emotions slam into me.

  Hate.

  Love.

  Lust.

  Anger.

  He holds them all. He’s the reason I’m the person I am today.

  “Barbie...” A shiver runs over my skin, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like little soldiers.

  Ryken Lord is back.

  But what for?

  “Ryken,” I say, spinning around and staring into the darkened room. He lights a small candle, the flicker letting me make out his shape as I step into the room. Quinn shuts the door behind me and effectively locks us in.

  “You shouldn’t have come back.” He steps forward, and my heart slams into my chest.

  Boom.

  Boom.

  Bo
om.

  Three pumps, one for each time he broke the fucking thing.

  His lip twitches. My heart stutters. Our eyes meet.

  Ridiculous manic girl meets stupid criminal boy.

  “How could I stay away, Barbie? Surely you knew I’d be back, for you.”

  I shake my head at his words. “Where is she?”

  He shakes his head. “I’m here to discuss us.”

  My head shakes slowly, and I step back to the door, reaching out for the handle. I pull it open, looking back to the man that I want to stab in the eye, but fuck at the same time.

  “You sir, can go fuck yourself in the ass. Don’t fucking contact me again!”

  Quinn smirks as I walk past him.

  “You owe me, Barbie.”

  Turning back, I see him standing at the door, and it’s now I notice that he’s dressed in all black. The way he should be. He smirks knowing he has me now.

  “And I’ve come to collect what’s mine.”

  Shaking my head, I run. Away from him, and away from my shattered heart that I

  left with him.

  Because Ryken is not a man to be trusted. He’s proven that on many occasions.

  Every time he’s managed to break my heart.

  Then he gave his to her.

  Chapter 1

  Ryken

  Bending her over, legs spread, my hand on her ass, that’s how I’ve imagined her. Her perfect round ass up in the air for my viewing pleasure.

  Saskia Tyler—a Barbie bombshell.

  The boys know her as Tyler, I know her as Barbie.

  She bends down to pick up something, and my head goes crazy with thoughts. Of how her tight little tits will fit perfectly in my hand, to how her pink nipples will feel with my mouth wrapped around them. The things I can do to her. The things my hands, mouth, and tongue can do to her. They could punish her, the way she likes it.

  I hate her just as much as I want to fuck her.

  She’s off limits, yet ever so enticing.

  No words have ever passed between us. No glances from her direction. She doesn’t see anyone but herself. Or should I say, she doesn’t want to be seen by anyone else.

  But I’ve seen her, with her long blonde hair and the way she always straightens her clothes. I imagine those hands running all over me the same way she has them running all over her.

  My nails pick at the orange in my hand while I watch her walk in the rain, her hair becoming wet, but she doesn’t care like other girls do. No, she just runs a hand over her head then continues on like she’s not sopping wet and walks into school.

  Stalker, that’s what I’ve become.

  How did that ever happen without me realizing?

  Seeing her one day and stalking her the next.

  The first time I saw her she was standing behind Livia Tyler, her cousin. She was looking down at the floor, and I immediately thought how submissive she’d be in the bedroom. How I could bend her over and take her from behind, without so much as a struggle. She would take it, and she would love it. She just doesn’t know it yet.

  Livia, on the other hand, I’m not sure... would be work? Not that I don’t like some work to get who I want. I just prefer my women one way.

  Girls have never been a problem, to try or to taste. Not once have I had an issue bedding a woman. They have always come willingly, from the moment I started to realize what my cock was for, and, man, have I used it.

  I excel at sex.

  But her...

  I would love it so much more if Saskia Tyler were in my bed.

  I love to hate her.

  There’s nothing in between.

  My hand itches to touch myself, to wrap my hands around my cock and stroke it right here and now as I watch Saskia walk the halls of school with her head down watching each step she takes.

  Does she know I hate her, but at the same time want her?

  I have to adjust myself because she’s getting closer, and if she looks up and notices me the way I am right now—she may very well hate me as much as I hate her.

  Saskia aka Barbie Tyler.

  I want to bend and snap her in ways that shouldn’t be legal or even written about. I want to fuck her so hard, all she can see and hear is me. Nothing else should leave those lips all night. Nothing but my name.

  Saskia turns to look behind her, her hair falls in front of her face, and she pulls it back so it doesn’t go in her eyes.

  I want to pull at it.

  Hard and unwavering.

  Shaking my head, I stand back. There are other students walking in behind her. Her cousin isn’t too far back and her friend, the gay one, is talking to someone else. She hasn’t noticed them yet, but she will.

  Could I steal a few moments with her, just to smell the vanilla that lingers on her skin? The things I could do if I only had one taste.

  “Ryken.” I hear my name called and it’s one of the teachers. My cock’s hard as granite, so I try to think about dead cats to see if it will soften. It doesn’t work because I’m about to lose my opportunity to speak to Saskia. To touch her, to make sure she’s real and not some made-up perfect doll I’ve created in my head.

  My very own sex toy Barbie doll.

  Mmm, doesn’t that sound enticing?

  Nodding my head to the teacher once, I step out of the room looking straight at Saskia. She’s walking my way, her head down. Her hands on her clothes trying to get rid of the water that’s not moving. It will dry eventually, but she wants it gone straight away.

  Looking past Saskia, her cousin glances up and I watch the way she stares at me. It’s the same way my father’s female employees look at me. They want something, or me. Looking back down, I step over to her. If she looks up right at this second, she’ll see that I’ve done it on purpose, and that I could have stopped if I chose to. I just decided not to. My body wants to slam into hers to feel every curve she has to offer, instead of hiding behind her frumpy uniform.

  She almost stumbles but manages to right herself.

  I ran into her on purpose.

  I touched her on purpose.

  Every action has a reaction.

  As she looks up at me with those mocha-colored eyes, I know right here, and now, even if I tried to convince myself I hate her, I would never be able to achieve it.

  Chapter 2

  Saskia

  My hands are pulling at my hair, it needs to stay in place, and the rain isn’t helping at all. The humidity is making my normally straight hair stand up much higher than I want it to. My clothes are already shitty, I don’t need to add to the list for my first day back at school for the year. It’s my second to last year of school and I’ll be officially done. I can leave this town, and leave everyone in it. I’ll only miss two people—Livia, my cousin and Robert, my only friend.

  My hands run down the front of my clothes again, trying to magically rid the water like I can do so with only my hands. It does nothing except make me not watch where I’m going, which in turn leads me to run into a very hard body, one that does not belong to Livia. She’s one of the only friends I confide in apart from Robert, who, let’s face it, bats for the other team.

  “It’s only water.” His voice sends a shock through me.

  It’s odd, no one has really taken my attention before, despite Livia trying to set me up with so many. None. Now, all of a sudden, my skin prickles, the hairs on my arms and on the back of my neck stand up like little soldiers.

  My eyes finally start to move from looking at myself to whoever’s attached to that voice. He smells of oranges and something else I can’t quite place.

  “It won’t harm you. I, on the other hand...”

  My mouth drops open, and my eyes shoot straight to his. He’s taller than me, about a head taller, and I’m already pretty tall for my age, but that isn’t what I noticed first. It’s... him. Not his looks, though he’s the best looking senior in this school. He started last year, and he’s one year my senior. Livia’s age. She’d spoken of him I�
�m sure, and I’d paid no attention as per usual.

  Boys just... aren’t my thing.

  He’s smirking, his words are playful. But it’s what’s behind his eyes that holds me still to that spot, staring at him as if he’s the most magnificent creature in this world.

  Maybe he is.

  Maybe he isn’t.

  “Saskia?” He says my name and it shocks me he knows who I am.

  How does he know me?

  Ryken’s chased by the girls and loved by the boys.

  And as I stand in front of him right now, I can see behind those eyes which are magnificent in every way, including the darkness that lurks behind them. He’s fighting his own demons. I see them because I’m always fighting with my own.

  Someone nudges my back, pushing me further into Ryken. His hands touch either side of my shoulders, holding me up so I don’t entirely fall on top of the guy.

  “Sass,” Livia yells my name from behind me. She acted before as if I weren’t there, but her eyes soon hone in on his as I stand and watch.

  Watch as his demeanor changes.

  He straightens his stance, blinks a few times and instantly those demons that I noticed seem to disappear. A mask is in place. Stepping back, so I’m not as close to him, which I need to do because his scent is suffocating me and making me want to kiss him, I watch.

  Who the hell kisses someone they just met?

  And who the hell thinks of kissing someone because of their smell alone when I’ve never kissed anyone before?

  Oh yeah, that’s right. Me.

  “Ryken, I see you’ve met Sass.” She’s doing this thing with her hands, twirling them at her sides, while playing with the hem of her skirt. Averting my eyes from her, I look back to him. I still haven’t said a word. What can I say? Thank you for letting me bump into you so I can find out if I’m a normal girl who is attracted to boys. I seriously think I may not be a normal girl. His eyes find mine, and I see it, for a second before it fades away just as fast. If I weren’t looking into his eyes, I would have missed it. Those demons.

  My mother would get high and tell me I had demons floating in my eyes, then tell me when she was sober she didn’t mean it, but I should always look closely into the eyes of someone I meet because their eyes will tell me a lot.