Page 73 of Little Liar
Olivia grinds that perfect pussy against my wet tongue until she finds her release, and the way she cries around me, that soft hand strangling the base of my thickness, makes me latch my lips around her needy clit and suck her into a diabolic mess as she comes.
It only takes me a few of my own hard thrusts into her crying mouth to send a shockwave of pleasure down my spine to my balls. I empty down her throat, loving the way she struggles tobreathe—she tries to push me back, but I wait a few seconds before I grant her oxygen.
I sit up and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. “Why were you crying?” I ask clearly.
Barely lucid, she slides her palms down her face and keeps her fingers over her eyes. “It was just a bad day.”
“Liar.”
Her hands drop before she shifts on the bed, crossing her legs to face me on the mattress. “Mom gave me crap about you and my role in the family, that’s all. I’ll deal with it.”
“Xander?”
Her shoulder lifts. “I haven’t heard from him.”
I fist my hands and run my tongue across my teeth. When I struggle to find my words, I sign,Do you want to leave town? We’ll leave everyone behind. Fuck them.
She smiles, then it turns into a non-humorous laugh as she shakes her head. “Dad is here, and so is Molly. My friends are nearby too.”
I stare at her, silently telling her they mean nothing and we can easily leave. What’s stopping her? We have money, we have a bike for transport, and we can buy somewhere to live. All these assholes are extra baggage she can drop. All they’re doing is taking up her time—time that should be spent with me.
Olivia sighs and pulls her panties back on, and then she’s climbing up beside me in bed and pulling me to lie down. “I’m tired.”
It takes her minutes to fall asleep, and all I can do is stare at her while I try to imagine what the fuck she dreams about.
20
Malachi
Mom smiles at the cashier as she hands over the credit card, thanking her as she takes her lunch and heads to the table in the corner of the small cafe.
She comes here on her work breaks. At first, she was always in her office during her hour off, but her routine changed soon after Olivia came back to me—like she knew she’d lost her daughter to her son and needed to stay away from the constant reminder of that fact. Olivia used to sit with her, listen to her controlling ways, then they’d continue with their day.
Taking a draw of my cigarette, I remain hidden across the street—hood up, cap hiding my face—while she eats her lunch and chats on the phone. It won’t be Dad—he’s in a meeting about going back to work.
My foster sister Molly, who’s like a hyperactive puppy, is always with our father—I think she misses Olivia since I’ve taken all of her attention.
She can fuck off if she thinks she’s getting her back. She’s mine, no one else’s. Olivia wants me to go out with them tomorrow, and although I want to say no and leave it at that, I’m trying to be a better person for her, so I agreed.
Plus, Molly is technically family. I need to meet her eventually, being the black sheep and estranged brother and all.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I ignore it as I lean against the wall and keep my eyes on the woman who not only raised me but who’s also still trying to ruin my life by insisting that my girlfriend marries Xander.
I can see her emails—she wants the Reznikovs to meet up after their business trip. She wants the entire family there. Mom, Dad, Molly, and Olivia. But not me. No. I’m technically no longer part of the Vize family. I’m shunned. Shamed. An embarrassment to the name.
I’m the black sheep once more.
Adryx Reznikov is the older brother, and he’s a bit of a dick from what I can see online. The brains of the family business. Xander is the face, the spoiled child, the golden child, the one handed everything on a plate while his brother needs to fight for a sprinkle of what Xander gets.
They’ll land soon. I still need to formulate a plan, a threat to Xander so he’ll stay the fuck away from my sister. I’ll try to kidnap him maybe. I still have the chains in the basement from when I had Olivia. I’ll make him suffer, but not in the same way I did her.
I won’t feed him for days. I’ll make him drink his own piss until he vomits everywhere, then I’ll force that down his throat too. Possibly, depending on how my mood is, I could pull Olivia in, and she can hurt him too for even thinking about marrying her. The fact he made her dye her hair and commented on her looks makes me fucking mad.
She’s sensitive, my little sister, and this asshole made her think otherwise.
Olivia is perfect, in every goddamn way.
I’m going to destroy his face, so all the girls I’ve seen him partying with online will be terrified of him. I’ll carve my initials into his skin, stick his cock in acid, and then I’ll feed his brother his half-melted balls and slap him across the face with Xander’s liver.
