Page 50 of Little Liar
Olivia releases me, eases me back, then drops to her knees. She tugs down my combats, looking up at me as she wraps her fingers around my dick again.
This isn’t exactly what I intended when I kissed her—I wanted her to calm down, to sit with me until I explained everything. I need her to know what she means to me. How much I’m in love with her and how my entire world revolves around her. But the way she’s looking up at me with the head of my cock inches from her mouth, I suppose I can wait till we’ve finished our fuck around.
But then she talks.
“I hope when you see others on their knees for you, you see me, your innocent baby sister, with your cock in her mouth. I hope when I’m out of your life, you miss this sight, because as soon as you finish down my throat and I swallow all your big brotherly cum, you’re going to pack all your shit and leave.”
Gulping, my hand goes to the wall above her head.
“Do you understand?”
Not even slightly. If she tries to run, I’ll find a way to keep her. She’ll be locked in a box next to Spikey.
Her nails sink into the flesh of my dick, and fuck, does it make me twitch and need her to keep going. I love her more than life, but the way she tries to overpower me is adorable, and a total turn-on.
I need to remind her who’s the dominant one in our relationship. I might be weak for this girl, but I can have all the control too. I grab her hair with both hands and prove just that as I thrust my cock into her mouth, gagging her.
I hammer into her throat, not giving her a second to breathe until my forehead presses to the wall, my chest heaving to fill my lungs. Her eyes are watering from choking on her big brother’s cock, and I wish I had my phone on me so I could take a picture of the sight.
But I refuse to come in her mouth. I need to be inside her—if she truly thinks this is us done, I need to fuck her and prove it’s not. When she realizes that I can make her feel better than anyone else who’s been inside her, she might give in.
She might choose me.
The way she’s glaring up at me from her knees, a wet string of drool from my dick to her lips… My mouth waters; I need more drool all over her pretty lips. The act happens before I can think, and I spit on her face.
“What the f—”
Cutting her off, I shove her to her back and come down on her and kiss her again. It’s deep, definitely controlling, and she gasps to push me off yet whimpers as I thrust my cock against her jeans.
I remove her jeans and throw them behind me, not paying attention to where they land. I’m going to make her feel good. I need her to come, to cuddle me in bed to scare away the unwanted feelings creeping all over me like spiders, and tell me that I’m hers and she’s mine. I need it all. And I need it now.
Tell me you’re in love with me, little sister.
“No,” she grits out, and rage washes over me so hard, my fist drives into the marble next to her head.
Say you love me. Say you feel the fucking same way I do about you!
“I don’t love you, Malachi. I could never love someone like you.”
She might as well have shot me in the heart, or fucked someone in front of me, because it hurts more than any bike crash I’ve ever had.
I’ve never been enough. Not for my bio-parents, my adoptive parents, not even the sister I fell in love with.
Because I can’t talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of every day? Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth, and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.
My eyes burn as I sit up on top of her. Everything spills out. Everything.
Believe me or don’t, but you’re the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that won’t fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?
She’s silent for far too long. Then she lets out a soft cry, as if the information is breaking her heart more than I’m dying deep down.
“You can’t even feel love, so everything you’re saying is another lie.”
She covers her face and sobs into her hands.
As if she knows it’s true, and I’ve yet to figure out that we’d never have a chance at a happy ending. I’m too fucked up. Tooweird. Too much of afreak. I’ll never make her happy. Not because I’m a Vize or because I can’t talk. I’m just… not enough to be chosen.
I love you too much to walk away, Olivia,I sign then tap her arm because she’s not looking.
