Page 46 of One Twisted Lie

“It’s very Cathy and Heathcliff of us.”

“They both die at the end.”

He gasps, nearly ripping himself out of my gasp, a look of betrayal coating his face. “Spoiler alert, son of Satan! What’s that quote? Something about an unmovable object and trees?”

I snort. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”

“Whatever. We’ve never been normal. Why start now?”

“Can you imagine what our parents are going to say?” Because they will find out. This is real now. This is…love, and I don’t plan on hiding what we have together, not anymore. Everyone can know, I don’t give a fuck, as long as I have Oz everything will be okay. Sure, our parents are going to be…displeased, but they’ll have to get over it.

After a moment of hesitation and a deep gulp, he sets his jaw in determination. “Fuck them. True love and all that shit.”

I pull back, running my hands down his handsome chest, toying with the strings of his shorts. “You ready to get fucked now, princess?”

His eyes become hooded with lust immediately. He nods, licking his lips as he helps me unbutton my shirt. “All the time.”

We take our time. Ozymandias makes sure to pause with every button, pressing kisses on the skin he reveals. His blunt nails drag against my stomach, his lips ghosting my neck as he pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He falls to his knees slowly, dragging my pants down with him. Like a beautiful pet, he opens his mouth for me. I take his invitation with so much joy and love in my heart. My perfect submissive princess.

“You’re all mine, princess,” I say, slowly entering his hot mouth, brushing my thumb against the corner of his lip. “Now that you love me, you’re not going anywhere.” I run my fingers through his hair, smiling when he closes his eyes in nothing but bliss. “Even if I have to chain you to the bed and fuck every hole to get you to realize that.”

He nods, suckling my cock. He has an intense oral fixation, and I love indulging him. But I’m too impatient. I want to make love to him. I want to be tender. I want to be soft. I want him to realize that he made the right choice choosing me, that I’m all he needs now. That I’m worth all the trouble this is going to cause with our parents.

I help him to his feet and guide him to his bed. Once he’s lying on his back, I work my way down his gorgeous body. My hands wander greedily, wanting every single inch of him. He’s so perfect, so beautiful. I prep him slowly, teasing him with one finger, then two, and eventually three until he’s squirming uncomfortably and begging for my cock.

When I enter him, it’s nothing but heaven. We leave our eyes open, staring at each other, and, with each slow thrust, I can see us becoming a part of each other. It’s never been like this before. It’s so intimate, so lovely, so perfectly pure. I sit back on my haunches, dragging him up with me, and urge him to wrap his legs around my waist. He’s sitting on my cock now, throwing his head back at the new angle. We work together at an unhurried pace, continuing that beautiful connection. I whisper sweet words in his ears.

You’re so beautiful.

I love you so much.

My perfect princess.

My reward is his preening, the way he takes my praise, the way it lights him up. Nothing will ever feel as good as this, as good as him. We’ve always used sex as a way to express our emotions. At first, it was anger, resentment, and hatred. It turned into passion, conflict, and pain because of the words we wanted to say that we never dared to share.

Now it’s more, so much more, and I’ll never want anything else.

We both come at the same time, breathing into each other’s mouths, almost laughing at the euphoria we feel. He drops his forehead against mine, his fingers gripping my shoulders as he lets my cock soften inside him.

“I love you.” His voice is small, vulnerable, ready to crack, and he’s never sounded more beautiful.

“And I love you.”

And I mean every word. No matter what happens, no matter who tries to come between us, and no matter what our parents say, it’ll always be me and him.

Chapter 23

Ozymandias

Carter groans, and it’s such a hot sound as I suck on his neck, sure to leave a big ass hickey behind. I don’t give a fuck. I love the bastard. Let everyone fucking know.

“We have to get to class,” he moans, cock hardening in his pajamas, hips lifting up to grind against my own hard cock.

“Yeah…” I say dismissively, moving on to the other side of his neck. I want him to look like a picture of debauchery. Like mine. I’ll leave hickeys on every single part of his body if he lets me.

He tries to push me off, but my weight on him is too strong. I keep him caged underneath me. “Princess…”

I shake my head, reaching for his shorts, sneaking my hand underneath to grip his cock. “Let’s skip and fuck instead.”

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