Page 4 of One Twisted Lie

With a wicked smile on his face, he nods. “Open that mouth, princess. Let’s shut you up.”

I can do nothing but take him into my mouth. The heavy weight of him on my tongue is almost reassuring and comforting, and I’m too lost in this trance to fully accept what that means. I suckle him gently, running my tongue up and down his length, eyes closed at experiencing a peace that’s unusual to me.

“You’re shit at this,” Carter says through a groan, digging his fingers into my hair as he pulls me back and forth on his cock.

I come up for breath, drool coating my chin as I frown. “It’s my first fucking time.”

“There’s no way I’m going to get off like this,” he says, grabbing either side of my face as he looms above me. “Open your mouth again.”

“Hey—”

I was going to tell him he’s being a dick, but I’m suddenly silenced by his. He shoves his entire length in my mouth, cramming it down my throat until I choke. I don’t panic, but try my best to breathe through my nose as he uses me. All I can do is stare up at him—helpless and powerless—wondering why I’m not hating this.

There’s something absurdly and wickedly peaceful about this moment. No matter how violently Carter’s fucking my face, I don’t feel any pain. All I feel is bliss, mindless, and numb in the best way possible. Right now, I’m nothing more than a toy for him to use and my body rejoices in that. It welcomes his control and his aggression.

“Look at that. The king of kings on his knees for me,” Carter groans, throwing his head back as he thrusts further down my throat. “Do you know why I wanted this?”

I shake my head, breathing through my nose as my spit falls to the floor and tears blind my eyes.

“To humiliate you. To make you feel like nothing.” He cocks his head to the side. “Do you feel like nothing, princess?”

Fuck me, I nod. I nod vigorously and moan around his cock. I reach down because my own cock is hard and wanting and desperate to be touched.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Carter’s words stop me before I can whip myself out. He’s not letting me come. I’m not allowed to touch myself. I don’t know why I go along with it or why my hands rise to cling to his thighs as he pushes all the way down my throat and holds himself there. With a loud moan and a twitch, I feel his cum filling me up. I’m so fucking greedy for it that I try to lick up all the cum that trickles out my mouth and over my chin.

When he pulls back, I’m shocked. It’s like reality comes crashing back into me. I feel ashamed, humiliated, and used. I hastily wipe off the cum that still coats my skin and stand on staggering feet.

I’m speechless and wordless as I stare at him. While I’m a mess, he’s the picture of composure. He tucks himself neatly back into his pants, straightening his tie just a tad, looking absolutely impeccable and like a fucking snack.

A fucking what?

He stares at me, scoffing as he takes in my appearance. He shakes his head at me, looking at me like I’m nothing but a bug. “Next time you try to threaten me, I’ll spank your ass to remind you how insignificant you are to me.”

He turns on his heel and leaves. Just walk out. I’m left alone, embarrassed, and—for some fucking reason—turned the fuck on.

Chapter 3

Carter

This is doing nothing for me.

I look around the party and sigh. It’s the first party of the new school year and everybody is here—including the girls from the nearby boarding school. I know high school is supposedly all about sowing your wild oats, fucking shit up, and being a general idiot, but I don’t see the appeal.

Sadly, I have bigger things to worry about.

“Are you not having fun?” Magnus asks, coming up to stand next to me. I scoff when I see that he has a hickey on his neck and lipstick on his collar.

“Not even remotely,” I answer in a droning voice, pulling my copy ofWuthering Heightsout of my back pocket and fingering the page my class left off on.

Magnus raises his brows and snorts. “Seriously? You brought a book to a party?”

“It’s far more entertaining than watching you get shitfaced and fuck whatever walks by you,” I answer without looking up. “At least in my book, there are plot twists.”

“Fuck you, man,” Magnus sneers, but it’s half-hearted at best. We joke like this all the time, so I know he’s not actually offended. Magnus, Avery, Daniel, and I are best friends.

Did you forget about—

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