Page 118 of Little Liar
“Why are you teasing me so much? Fuck me already.”
He shakes his head and moves up my naked body, and as Cordelia moves up my ribs to my shoulder again, he’s kissing the trail he’s following, dragging his tongue across the underside of my breasts. The intensity of his touches have me arching my back as he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks.
I don’t know whether to moan from the intensity or scream at the feel of the spider so close to my face.
“If you don’t take her off me, I’ll scream.”
Laughing against my skin, his gaze clashes with mine. “You’ll definitely be screaming.” he says breathlessly then signs,But not because of her.
He palms my other breast aggressively, his spider staying in place while he squeezes and kneads and sucks and bites. Malachi’s other hand slips between my legs again, and he breathes against my sensitive, pebbled nipple.
“You’re terrified,” he groans as he eases his fingers into me again. “But your pussy is soaked.”
I whimper as he slides back down my body and drags his tongue up my inner thigh, dodging where I want him to bury his face as he ventures to the other thigh. My legs are trembling, my fingernails nearly cutting half-moons into my palms.
“Pl-Please,” I cry in desperation as heat grows all over me. “I want you.”
He hums and looks up at me through his dark lashes. “Am I your brother or your husband?”
“My…” I start, my voice shaking. “My husband.”
I gasp as he sinks his teeth into my clit—the pain mixes with pleasure, and I think I come a little against his hand.
“Try again,” he warns, breathing heavily against my pussy as he slowly starts to curl his fingers deep and thrust.
“Both,” I moan, shaking as he licks, soothing the assaulted area, lapping at my clit and around it, leaving a red mark on my inner thigh before starting to tease me all over again.
Only when we’re in the bedroom will we ever refer to each other as brother and sister. It’s too confusing otherwise. It’s more of a dirty secret for us now. In the new town we live in, we’re a couple, not the Vize siblings. No one looks at us and thinks we’re weird. Molly’s friends think we’re married. She’sadjusted to it all, and Dad also accepted us. It’s like the divorce from Mom made him a better person.
Mom’s gone. She’s probably on husband number three now, which is sad, since her and my dad were childhood sweethearts, but I guess money and power went to her head, and she lost everything. She hasn’t tried to contact me once.
Malachi’s pet crawls down my ribs, grabbing my attention, and stops on top of his hand on my thigh—maybe she can smell his scent? It causes him to pause his teasing, and when his hand vanishes from my view, along with his spider, I sit up quickly. “Don’t you dare put that thing there. It’s basically animal abuse!”
He narrows his eyes then huffs and stands, going to Cordelia’s tank—next to the other three furry spiders—and settling her inside. I sit up, naked, waiting for him to give me some attention again.
Malachi’s eyes find me, and I watch as he pushes down his boxers, his thick pierced cock springing free. My mouth waters, and I want to taste the bead of precum at the tip, but I also want him to fuck me.
He’s on me again in a second, the air robbed from me as he takes my throat and shoves his tongue into my mouth in a feral kiss while spreading my legs even further. Then he drags his mouth across my jaw, releasing my neck to kiss my throat and down my ribs to between my legs again.
I swear, if this asshole goes back to teasing, I’m going to—
The shrieking of my phone cuts through the room, and though I ignore it at first, whoever it is isn’t taking no for an answer—a moment after it stops ringing, it starts right back up again, every time. Annoyed, I reach for it while Malachi’s hands are tight on my thighs.
Then I see the name on the screen. If she’s repeatedly calling, then there must be an issue.
Malachi looks like he wants to strangle me.
“Hey. Abbi. Hi.”
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Who—”
I’m silenced when Malachi shoves his tongue into my pussy, causing me to slam my hand over my mouth to stop my friend from hearing me moaning. He doesn’t stop when I let go of my mouth and try to push his face away while Abigail yaps in my ear.
But I’m not paying attention—Malachi is full on fighting against me as I try to close my thighs, to push my palm against his forehead.
He takes my clit into his mouth and sucks while digging his long fingers into my thighs, stopping me from slamming them shut and parting me more.
