Page 31 of Toxic Kiss

I’m very aware of how his body feels lying on mine. The heat of his skin and the scent of his body wash are intoxicating.

There is this tug between us, an invisible line that has always been there despite how hard I try to ignore it.

And now…he’s kissing me. No one has ever kissed me before, and I don’t know what to do. I’m frozen in the middle of my greatest fantasy like a deer in headlights.

“Open your mouth,” Cy demands, and when I do, he kisses me again. Harder this time.

His tongue touches mine, and I moan, loving the sensation. With each passing second, I get a little bolder and just like that, I’m kissing him back. I’m kissing Cyrus.

Cy’s muscles flex under my fingers as he presses closer between my legs. Excitement and nervousness swirl into a heady mixture. Everything feels desperate now, and I don’t know how to describe it, other than he is invading my senses. My heart is in my ears, and all I can hear is the thump of it and the soft moans that escape my lips.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Cy rolls off me at the sound of Anita’s voice. I push myself up and cross my arms over my chest as I stare at her, humiliation flooding my system.

“Cyrus, explain yourself right this minute.”

He remains on the ground, like a cat lounging in the sun, totally unaffected by being caught. His response is a casual shrug.

“She came in, started flirting with me, and then kissed me. What was I supposed to do? She practically assaulted me.”

My mouth falls open, and the last of the warm, tingly sensation vanishes from my body as he flashes me an evil smirk.

“That’s not what happened!”

This has to be the millionth time I’ve said that when it comes to Cyrus.

Anita pulls out her phone.

“You’ve always been such a vile and manipulative little bitch. Now, here you are, trying to seduce your step-brother. Just how deranged are you?”

“What? But⁠—”

“I’m calling your father. I can’t even imagine what he has to say about this. He’ll be devastated to know his daughter is a slut.”

Ice-cold fear replaces the heat that seared me a moment ago. Anita stomps out, and I shoot a glare at Cy when he chuckles before racing out after his mother.

In desperation, I grab her arm, and she scowls at me.

“Don’t, please don’t call him. What do you want?”

She points at me.

“Stay away from my son. You’re not good enough for him, and you never will be. He is destined for greatness, and you’re…well, you’re you. If I catch you anywhere near Cyrus again, I’ll make sure that everyone, not just your father, knows what a little whore you really are, lusting after your brother. Disgusting.”

“You’re the one who keeps saying we’re not related and I’m not family.”

The words come out before I can stop myself, and Anita’s eyes narrow.

“Are you backtalking me right now, Haven?”

I let go of her arm.

“No, I’m just confused.”

“Well, let me clarify things for you. You aren’t worthy of being my family. However, in the eyes of those who matter, you’re his sister and wanting him…well…” She looks me up and down. “It’s a criminal offense.”

“But that’s not what happened. Cyrus is lying, and he’s older than me.”