Page 2 of One Twisted Lie

“I…” I don’t know what to say. I have no idea what came over me. I was just so fucking pissed at him, and I wanted to shut him up. Apparently, I thought the best way to do that was with my mouth. “I’m sorry, I—”

I’m entirely unprepared when he attacks me. Not with his fists but with his mouth. He shoves me roughly against the door, and I wince when the doorknob jams against my back. What makes me even more confused is the fact that I’m kissing him back.

Why am I kissing him back?

It’s a clashing of teeth, tongues battling for dominance, his hand now wrapped around my neck and cutting off my circulation. When he presses his thumb against my jugular and uses his other hand to yank my hair at the roots, I moan. I. Fucking. Moan.

I have no idea what comes over me. I try to get his hands off me—whether to push him away or pull him closer, I don’t know—but he’s deceptively strong for such a thin guy.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?” he breathes against my mouth, biting down on my bottom lip so roughly that I cry out. “Is this the best way to get you to shut the fuck up?”

There’s a zing that vibrates through my body at his tone, an electricity that zaps my nerves at the way he’s taking control. I should push him away. I should curse him out. I should do…something, but I can’t. I’m trapped.

He dives back into the kiss with a ferocity I find hard to match. No, fuck that. This isn’t just a kiss. He’s fucking wrecking my mouth with his tongue and turning me into a mindless piece of trash. I’m moaning into his mouth now. The more pain he gives me, the more my traitorous body responds.

It isn’t until I feel something hard brush against my crotch that I snap out of it. I realize whom I’m kissing—my mortal enemy—and I’m horrified. I’m even more horrified when I realize I’m hard as a rock. He must realize it at the same time I do because he suddenly releases me and staggers back. His lips are puffy and wet, swollen with the violence of our embrace, and a fleeting thought tells me that he looks so fuckable like this.

That’s impossible. Carter Everett is not fuckable. Carter Everett is a boner killer.

“This…” My voice is weak as I point my finger at him. “This never fucking happened.”

Carter shakes his head, touching his own lips as he processes what we just did. “Ozymandias. I—”

“It never fucking happened!” I shriek, giving him one last shove before I turn and fly out of his room.

Fuck Carter fucking Everett. Fuck that kiss. Fuck my traitorous cock.

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter 2

Ozymandias

I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe that I actually kissed Carter Everett. Call it a stroke, call it a complete lack of judgment, call it whatever the fuck you want because kissing him—and being slightly into it—never should have happened.

For starters, I’m straight. I’ve always been straight, and I’ll always be straight. I’ve never looked at a guy and thought,yeah, I’d fuck you. I’ve never secretly pined for a hard body against mine or scruff brushing my chin. I’ve never given any guy a second look, so why did I kiss Carter?

That brings me to my second point. It’sCarter. Maybe if I had kissed Daniel I wouldn’t have been that shocked. Daniel’s precious, everyone wants to kiss him, and he’s not a raging asshole. Carter is everything I loathe. During my entire childhood, it was drilled into me that the Everetts are the enemies, scum that want to take over our family’s dynasty.

It’s the following day and I’m still agitated and confused, pacing the hallway by the lecture hall as I run this all through my head again. I kissed him and…fuck, I willnotadmit that I liked it. I refuse to admit the way my blood sang when he took the lead. I refuse to admit that a part of me is curious as to why it felt nothing like it does when I’m with a girl.

When I spot Carter coming down the hallway, too engrossed in his book to look up, I decide that I have to do something about this. I have to set the record literally straight and make sure he doesn’t say shit to anyone, especially our friends. I can’t even imagine the crap we’d get if they found out about that kiss.

I look around quickly and, with a loud grunt, snatch Carter’s wrist. His book falls to the floor, and he’s too stunned to say anything as I drag him into the nearest empty classroom behind me. I lock the door once we’re inside and shove him roughly into the center of the room.

“What’s your damage, Ozymandias?” he barks, startled as he looks around and then at me.

I grit my teeth. “The kiss.”

His confused expression turns annoyed in an instant as he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in the air. “Oh, for fuck’s sake—”

“That shit never happened,” I insist.

“Please, I want to forget it apparently more than you do,” he says, and his cavalier attitude is starting to piss me off.

“I’m serious, Everett,” I snap, slamming my palms against his chest. “Call it whatever you want, but it was a fucking mistake. If anybody ever hears about it, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” he snaps, snatching both of my wrists and pinning them to my chest. He holds them there firmly for a minute, his eyes narrowed until something hits him. He raises both brows and chuckles darkly. “Oh, shit. It all makes sense now.”

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