Page 49 of Little Liar
No. No, no, no. This isn’t happening. It can’t happen. I press my forehead into hers, silently begging her to stay with me, to keep me close while my palms hold her face in place. I try to kiss her, to show her how much she means to me and how I can’t fucking breathe without her, but her hand swipes at the air, slapping me across the face.
“Get the fuck out!”
I try to sign and tell her to let me explain that Anna is lying, but she grabs my hands to halt me. The backs of my eyes burn, a mixture of rage and heartbreak. I’m seconds from shackling her to the bed and forcing her to understand.
She pushes me, and from the force of her hands on my chest, I actually take a step back, unable to dodge the perfume bottle launched at me.
“Leave!”
I’m getting annoyed—Olivia is being erratic and fucking selfish. She can be mad at me, yell, hit me, but if she silences me one more time, I’m going to blow the fuck up.
Shaking my head, I go to her again.Let me fucking explain.
“Fuck you.” She slaps me again. “I hate you; do you understand that, you fucking freak? I hate you for tricking me. For manipulating me into doing things for you.”
Olivia called me a freak again. And manipulating? Is she being serious?
She’s been manipulating me since the day I fucking met her.
I didn’t do anything, I sign, but she grabs my fingers and twists them. I grit my teeth from the pain, but she keeps going, her eyes filled with a fire I plan on snuffing out when she eventually begs on her knees for hurting me, for not fucking listening to me.
She’ll calm down soon. Mason said to let her ride it out. For once, since I haven’t the slightest clue how to fix this, I’m going to take my friend’s advice.
Olivia shoves at my chest over and over again until I grab her and push her into the wall. I try to say her name. Actually say it—I can’t get the pronunciation or get the words out. I’m useless in this fight. I can’t sign because she either won’t look at me or grabs my hands; I can’t talk because I’m unable to actually do so. How do I win here?
She dodges under my arm and pulls the door handle.
“Go. Just… just go, Malachi. There’s nothing to resolve here.”
We were going to be each other’s firsts,I sign, finally getting her to look at me properly. If she’s done with her mood swing, I can get it out.We were—
She shakes her head, laughing as she leaves the bedroom. “I’m not a fucking virgin, Malachi. I haven’t been since I was sixteen!”
My hands fall to my side. Sixteen?
I already knew she wasn’t a virgin, that I didn’t get to be her first and only, but hearing it from her mouth is like being hit by a truck.
“And apparently neither are you!”
I’m not a liar,I sign desperately.Believe me.
“I’ll never believe you again.”
The only thing I have left to do is force her to believe me. My least favorite way, from all the scenarios in my head, but I fist her hair and turn her to face me, then crush my mouth to hers in a last-ditch attempt to win her over.
She slaps my chest, fighting me while I kiss her harder, keeping her against the wall as I snake my arm at the small of her back. Slowly, I can feel her giving in.
Her body relaxes even as her nails sink into my cheek and rip downwards. The searing pain has me hissing into her mouth, catching her thigh when she attempts to knee me in the balls.
I bracket it to my hip, my chest tightening when Olivia gives in and starts kissing me back nearly as desperately as I’m kissing her.
We both need this.
She needs to move her hips to rock against my hardening cock. She needs me to nip and bite and suck on her tongue while she hums in pleasure into my mouth. As my hands slide down to grab at her ass, she grinds against me.
“I hate you,” she pants as she bites my lip, hard enough to make me flinch. She pulls back to look at me, a tear sliding down her cheek that I lick away, then I drop my head to suck her pulse hard enough to leave a mark.
I silently groan against her throat as she wraps her fingers around my cock. Her grip is tight, the strokes forceful, but I seem to enjoy the pain as I thrust into her hand while I palm her ass.
