Bent (Book 3): A Bent Bad Boy Hitman Romance, #3

By NINA PARK

This is book 3 and the finale of the Bent Bad Boy Hitman Romance!

Caught between a hitman and a hard place…

Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

Which one do I choose:

The kingpin me who wants me dead?

Or the hired killer wants me bent in his bed?

TESS

I take my job as an escort seriously.

It may not be as glamorous as the movies make it look, but it keeps me off the streets and out of trouble.

Besides, I'm good at it.

After all, I learned long ago how to establish the proper walls to protect myself.

But then Milo Sykes tore them all down.

I thought the hitman with the brooding eyes and dangerous grace would be the one to deliver me to a happier life.

But I was wrong.

Instead, I find myself tossed around between two vicious drug lords...

Two killers with very different ideas of what I might be good for.

MILO

I've got a job to finish.

A payment to collect.

I don't have time to babysit the beautiful woman that my mark threw in front of me as a distraction.

And yet, I can't resist her.

After all, Tess is better off with me than with the other hitmen roaming this city.

The job can wait for just a bit.

Because, in exchange for her life, Tess has promised to be useful for me.

And I plan to see just how far she's willing to go.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393300892

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Bent: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance (Book 3)

By Nina Park

Caught between a hitman and a hard place...

NOWHERE TO RUN. NOWHERE to hide.

Which one do I choose:

The kingpin me who wants me dead?

Or the hired killer wants me bent in his bed?

TESS

I take my job as an escort seriously.

It may not be as glamorous as the movies make it look, but it keeps me off the streets and out of trouble.

Besides, I’m good at it.

After all, I learned long ago how to establish the proper walls to protect myself.

But then Milo Sykes tore them all down.

I thought the hitman with the brooding eyes and dangerous grace would be the one to deliver me to a happier life.

But I was wrong.

Instead, I find myself tossed around between two vicious drug lords...

Two killers with very different ideas of what I might be good for.

MILO

I’ve got a job to finish.

A payment to collect.

I don’t have time to babysit the beautiful woman that my mark threw in front of me as a distraction.

And yet, I can’t resist her.

After all, Tess is better off with me than with the other hitmen roaming this city.

The job can wait for just a bit.

Because, in exchange for her life, Tess has promised to be useful for me.

And I plan to see just how far she’s willing to go.

Chapter 1

Tess let Milo lead her around the house and tried hard to keep her astonishment in her head. A full-size kitchen, more bathrooms than she’d kept track of, three bedrooms, a finished basement, a sunroom, an office... She kept waiting for him to show her the indoor pool. When she cracked that joke, he pointed out that there was a regular pool, but a covered hot tub.

This was insane. She was delirious or crazy or having a psychotic break, or who knew what was even happening. This wasn’t real, it wasn’t her life. She hadn’t been dancing around a pole an hour ago and now standing in a gorgeous house with expensive furnishings and tasteful decor and sweater sets and pearls in a nice neighborhood. This could not possibly be her life. This wasn’t how things went for her.

But Milo persisted in showing her room after room that made her feel happy and, God help her, safe.

Too bad it’s all so pastel, she said and then clapped her hand over her mouth. Sorry, she said from behind her hand. He shook his head, and she felt tears popping up in her eyes. She’d ruined it already, she – had a credit card pressed into her hand. She looked down at it, then up at Milo.

It’s in the name that goes with the house, he said. Do whatever you want. Make it yours. He considered for a moment. Okay, maybe let’s decide which house you want, and then do what you want with that one. Though if there’s something you need to be more comfortable here while you’re here, just do it. And I want you to buy yourself new clothes.

She managed to cover her astonishment with a laugh. What’s wrong with my one outfit? Her stomach was churning, and she badly needed some humor. It was too serious, all of this, all of this him taking care of her.

He wasn’t laughing. I bought it for you. You should have your own clothes, your own house, your own home. Not just because you’re knocked up. Because you’re a person, and people deserve to be safe.

It was far more than she could handle, all this sweetness. She set the credit card down on a nearby table – she’d use it later, that was for sure, because she wanted pants that fit and bras that didn’t squish her boobs, and she’d need more clothes soon – but she needed to be filthy and used right now, not some sweet girl that deserved all of this. That would break her.

But I’m not really a person, am I? She stepped into him, giving him enough weight that he swayed just a bit before he caught his balance.

His expression darkened in that way she liked so much. If you’re not a person, then what are you? His hand came up into the hair at the nape of her neck and closed into a fist. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He didn’t kiss her, touch her, just made her understand what was happening.

A whore. A toy. Something to be used. The words made her pant with eagerness. Yes. Being used feels like the best possible thing right now.

Mmm. And how would a whore be used? Do whores rate the bedroom?

Her cunt was soaked already, and the light, almost conversational tone he was using was going to drive her insane. She felt his cock, hardening in his pants. I’m not sure, she said. What do you think?

He gave a little laugh, but there wasn’t any humor in it, just dark anticipation. I think there’s a very specific reason that a dirty whore deserves a bedroom.

Milo didn’t let go of her hair, just used it like a leash to take her to the master bedroom. She pulled just enough to make it hurt, and he glared at her, yanking her tight against him.

I don’t know what your previous johns were like, whore, he snapped, and she whimpered with the kind of need that traced the edges of fear. "But you do not want me to treat you like a bad girl. If you want to hurt, you use your fucking words. Are we clear? I will