Page 37 of Little Liar
Would it be too much to tell her that it wasn’t true? That I don’t need lessons and that I’m in love with her?
Then I’d ruin the moment.
Fuck. My mouth connects with hers again.
A picture falls from her hand slamming against the wall above us as her body convulses through her orgasm.
“Fuck,” she pants, her voice shaking. “Keep going.”
My girl is so vocal. I’m so glad my camera is recording all of this, but it’s a shame there won’t be any sound when I watch it back. I should really update my system and buy cameras that also record noises.
Just as I’m about to remove my boxers and fuck her through the rest of her high, a knock sounds at the door. “Sweetheart? Are you okay in there?”
Olivia freezes and tries to get off me, but I catch her by the hair and arch her back enough to suck a nipple into my mouth. I suck hard enough to mark the skin around it, my fingers curling inside her pussy until she’s trembling.
Another knock, and I switch to the other breast, giving it as much attention. She’s silently crying, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vise while her ass rubs against my cock.
I’m not sure if another orgasm hits, or the first one is just exploding, but she tenses all over, as if she’s been turned to stone. I go to kiss her again, swallowing her moans while our mother knocks on the door. My tongue lightly grazes hers as her muscles start to weaken, her inner walls gripping me, my hand and fingers soaked with her cum.
She shoves me away as much as she can. She’s breathless, her eyes wide as they study my mouth.
Does she want to kiss me again? That’s fine. I’m all hers.
“No, I think she’s snuck out with Parker. I’ll be calling his parents to tell them that we’re setting them up for an arranged marriage, not to fuck around at all hours. Plus, she was with Adam last weekend, remember? I had to go get her the morning-after pill.” There’s a long pause while I think my brain fails to work. “Is Malachi in his room?”
I’m certain I heard that wrong. I must have.
There’s no chance in fucking hell Olivia would need the morning-after pill, right?
Then Dad replies, “I’ll go check.”
What the fuck did they just say?
Olivia gets her towel and jumps off the bed. “Go!” she says silently. “Hurry before Dad gets to your room.”
I’m tasting her from my fingers at the same time I’m trying not to lose my shit. My heart was already racing from what just happened, but now it’s accelerating to an unhealthy pace, black dots obscuring my vision. I rise from the bed and walk towards her with my fingers in my mouth, cleaning them of her taste.
Why did you need the morning-after pill?
I back her into the wall. So many voices are going wild in my head, but I manage to angrily sign,Fucking answer me!
She’s shaking, covering her breasts, looking innocent and shy and fucking guilty. She’s not telling me because that means she needs to admit that she’s fucked someone. That she lost her virginity to someone else. That she’s been intimate with somebody who isn’t me.
I pull on my shirt, getting the fuck away from her before I strangle her. I don’t want to hurt her. I love her. Why do I want to hurt her?
Will I go out there right now and ask them why you needed a plan B?
Her eyes are watering. “They wanted me to sleep with him to prove my loyalty.”
Glaring, I crush my teeth together, grinding them to dust as the black dots nearly take over my vision from the rage filling my veins.
What?
“Don’t look at me like that. You know what they’re like when it comes to me being partnered up with someone wealthy. I wasn’tgoing to tell them no, Malachi,” she hisses, like I’m the one in the wrong. “I don’t have that luxury.”
I look at the door, deciding which parent to bury first—maybe Dad, so our mom can have the horror of watching me skin him alive, ripping away the love of her life like she’s trying to do to me.
Was Adam your first? The one who made you realize you liked to be choked?
