Twisted Therapist: Dominating Desires, #1
By Mahi Mistry
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He is her first love. She is his best friend's little sister. Will a chance reunion lead to true love?
I was a good girl. An honor student.
A dutiful daughter, sister and a sweet girlfriend to my boyfriend until I found him in my best friend's bed.
I didn't want goody-two-shoe nice boys who gave me empty promises.
What I wanted was a man who wouldn't hurt me.
When I found my brother's best friend, Aiden Stone, with only a towel around his hot Greek body dripping wet from a shower, I decided that what I wanted, what I had been wanting for years, was him.
The only problem? He is a decade older than me, my brother's best friend, a therapist who wants to counsel me and... he likes to hurt little girls like me.
Twisted Therapist is an age gap brother's best friend forbidden romance. It is the first book in the new adult sweet, steamy and forbidden Dominating Desires Series.
If you like raw emotions, age-gap romance, passionate HEAs with sizzling hot scenes, then you'll love Mahi Mistry's Dominating Desire Series.
Buy Twisted Therapist to start the sweet forbidden romantic series today!
Each book in the Dominating Desires series as a STANDALONE:
* Twisted Therapist
* Tempting Teacher
* Bossy Bodyguard
* Billionaire Boss
* Bratty Badboys
Mahi Mistry
Mahi Mistry has been writing since she was in middle-school. Soon, she fell in love with writing passionate steamy romances. Her stories have elements of humour, suspense and character development. Mahi's main purpose in her life is to make one person happy every day, even if that is a stranger reading her book and rooting for the main couple or her cats by giving them extra treats. She enjoys simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, cuddling with her cats, reading and writing drool worthy characters while sipping on hot chocolate from the wine glass to validate herself that she is actually an adult. She is an avid reader of fantasy, romance and thriller books and thinks writing about yourself in third person is atrocious. She firmly believes that cats rule the world. www.mahimistry.com Join Newsletter: https://dashboard.mailerlite.com/forms/264499/75169987660088954/share Join Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/authormahimistry
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Twisted Therapist - Mahi Mistry
TWISTED THERAPIST
DOMINATING DESIRES BOOK ONE
MAHI MISTRY
CONTENTS
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1. Yes, Dad
2. It’s Not Going to Lick Itself
3. Use Your Tongue
4. I am Always Here If You Get Scared
5. I Hate Liars
6. Why Are You Lying to Me?
7. You Filthy Little Girl
8. I Don’t Tolerate Lies
9. Spread Your Legs
10. Can I Join You?
11. Good Girl
12. What If
13. Can I join in the hug?
14 Sweet
Epilogue
My Butt is Cute
You’re Hot
Look at Me and Answer
Porn Star Name
Yes, Mister James?
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Twisted Therapist
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ISBN e-Book: 978-93-5526-357-5
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She is the daughter of my enemy.
Will their love survive?
I am asking you to marry me.
Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?
I am asking, Princess.
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For now.
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1
YES, DAD
IVY
Iwas wet.
Completely soaked.
It had to rain today of all days. Maybe the weather reflected my emotions.
My finger pressed on the doorbell, wishing my brother would hurry. Wet puddles formed around my feet as cold water dripped down the tips of my dark hair, trailing down my face. I knew the mascara I had applied that morning was ruined, and my eyes were puffy and red.
Hayden!
I sniffled, running a hand across my face and pressing the doorbell again and again. Hurry, please!
Stupid. I was so stupid. Maybe I deserved it for being such a naïve idiot.
Rain kept pattering around the porch, wetting the freshly cut grass. The scent of wet earth and grass gave me comfort as I stood outside my brother’s house in San Diego. He had told me he would be here, hopefully with Zara, his fiancée, my best friend and Princess of Azmia, who was very pregnant. They were getting married in a couple of months in Azmia and wanted to visit and meet their friends and family.
I needed to hug my elder brother and hear him curse about stupid boys and coddle me like he always did whenever I was sad. I wanted to hear him talk about his work as a Navy Seal, about Azmia, and his life as a soon-to-be-Prince. Very fitting with our last name.
Hayden!
I cried out, my voice thick. "Open up. Finally, I thought you’d—oh."
My lips parted as I came face to face with chiseled abs, water sluicing over each contour of the muscles. Rain muffled into the surroundings as I trailed my eyes over the chiseled chest, my mouth going dry. Licking my lips, I raised my eyes from strong collarbones, lick-worthy adam’s apple, to sharp jaw, inviting lips to very familiar thundering grey colored orbs.
"Petal," he whispered, his eyes roving over my face, calling me with the nickname he had been using since he met me.
My eyes flickered down to the white towel wrapped around his waist, staying far too long on the perfect vee of his hipbones. The short trail of dark hair leading under the towel made me curious, creating an odd twinge of need between my legs and making my cheeks warm.
He is your brother’s best friend, Ivy. Get your head out of those dirty fantasies.
But I couldn’t. I had been crushing on his symmetrical face since the day he piggy backed me home and stayed with me until Hayden bandaged my bruised knee.
Aiden.
I licked my lips, my throat dry. I didn’t know you’d be here.
I missed you…
His eyes softened before he noticed my soaked clothes and wrapped his large, warm hand around my arm, dragging me in. Come inside, you will get cold.
I shivered, not from the cold, but from his touch as it singed through my skin. His eyes clouded when mine traveled over the muscles of his body—how the deltoids of his back clenched and unclenched when he pulled my suitcase inside. In just a towel.
I may or may not have checked out his ass, too.
With flaming cheeks, I looked away at the empty hallway filled with our picture frames on the wall. Where’s Hayden? I thought he would be home by now.
He didn’t tell you?
He said, his body closer to mine. Zara got a flu so they will arrive next month.
I frowned, Is Zara okay?
If it was serious, I’d know, Petal. Don’t worry about it.
Of course, he’d know. Besides being Hayden’s best friend, he was a brilliant psychiatrist who helped a lot of soldiers and Navy Seal officers going through PTSD or more.
But hearing I wouldn’t be able to meet my brother for a few more weeks made me sad. I tried to hide my disappointment and crossed my arms.
His stormy eyes fell on my chest, and he cleared his throat. Stay here. I will bring you a towel.
He walked past me, straight towards the room, keeping the door ajar. I looked down at myself and cringed in horror. My nude bra was visible through the thin cotton top I had worn that morning, my cold nipples poking through the wet fabric.
I tried to cover them as much as I could with my long hair when Aiden came back, handing me the towel, his tall height looming over me. He had changed into a black tee—boo—and gray sweatpants, his feet bare. There was something odd about seeing him like that, with his damp hair sleeked back and the dim light creating shadows on his sharp face.
When I was young and he was in high school, I had always seen him wearing pants and shirts. After a couple of years, when I was in high school and he was busy with his work as a therapist, I rarely saw him in anything but crisp shirts and suits that stretched over his broad shoulders and pants that covered his long legs.
Aiden stepped closer, his hands gently patting my wet hair with a dry towel. He smelled so good. Of musky, sweet cologne and something sharp. I wanted to step closer and bury my face in his chest, take a long sniff and hug him.
But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to seem like a puppy.
His voice was low as he said, I am staying here until I find a house nearby. I didn’t know you would be back so soon from your university.
Right. The reason I was soaked with mascara running down my face and the constant ache in my heart.
Images of Jason in bed with Amanda flashed in my head, making my eyes burn and stomach heavy. Was I that naïve that I didn’t know Jason was cheating on me for half of the year we had been in a relationship? Probably. Amanda, my friend and dorm mate, and Jason, my now-ex-boyfriend, used to hang out a lot, and I passed their relationship as platonic, trusting both of them.
I came back home with a suitcase as fast as I could.
Yeah,
I cleared my throat and looked down at my soaked Spirited Away socks, which Zara had bought for me. I felt like that. A wet sock. Things happened and I…
Shaking my head, I trailed off and peered up at him. I never thought I’d meet you so soon.
His lips quirked. I knew after knowing him from years that it meant he was happy. Me too.
Stepping back, he said, I… I had to leave Denver and come here.
I furrowed my brows at him and waited for him to say something more, but neither of us wanted to talk like that, standing in the hallway, after years of not meeting each other face-to-face.
I took a sharp breath when he tucked a wet lock of hair behind my ear. I know he made you cry, Petal.
His eyes hardened when he gazed at me as if he could read me like a poem. But we will talk about what that shit did to you to make your cry after you take a hot shower.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, not able to meet his piercing eyes. I must be crazy to find his domineering tone hot. But my chest warmed hearing that tone. Aiden always used it with me to make me eat food on time when he was sleeping over at our house, telling me to be careful while I chopped onions and holding my hands under tap when I cut my finger, disapproving of my prom date and telling me not to go to the after party.
I wish I had listened to him because I had called him, not my brother, at two in the morning at the after party of the prom. Crying and asking him if he could pick me up. He had even given me his hoodie that I never returned and bought me ice cream at early morning.
He never once mocked me with his told-you-so look, just took care of me when I needed someone.
I didn’t think he would enter my life once again when I got my heart broken by Jason.
"Yes, Dad," I teased, walking past him, his knuckles brushing my arm.
I shivered with goosebumps and hurried upstairs to my room when I felt him watching me. Hayden had insisted on having a room of my own in his house because he wanted me to visit him more. After leaving for Azmia, he had given me the keys, but I had lived at dorms to be more social.
Everything was still the same. With beige walls, a twin size bed in the corner with a metal head frame, white lace curtain surrounding the bed, fairy lights all over the walls hanging over Audrey Hepburn’s poster, my half-empty closet, a vanity dresser with mirror and a bookshelf filled with fantasy books and my soft toys from childhood.
I trailed my finger over the picture frame of us three. Me, my brother and Aiden when I was a kid. Being eleven years older than me, I didn’t get to hang out with them a lot, but when I did, they treated me like their equal. I was smiling shyly at the camera because I was insecure about my braces at thirteen, my dark hair in two pigtails, my lilac dress flowing in the wind. Hayden was grinning, his blue-gray eyes as bright as the ocean behind us in the backdrop. My eyes averted to Aiden, the person I had been crushing on since I was six.
His eyes were clear, piercing gray, facing the camera with his face stern, his onyx hair tousled perfectly as if he had rolled out of the bed, a lock of hair falling over his forehead and touching his slashing dark brow. The corner of his lip curled just a little. He was amused and happy. I knew it even though some would think he looked bored. After knowing him for all these years, I knew he seemed happy at that moment. I glanced at his arm,