Page 82 of Little Liar
I flinch as he spreads my cheeks and a ball of spit hits my back hole. I shiver, expecting a finger or a thumb, but I pause when I feel the pierced head of his cock. He doesn’t give me a chance to ready myself before he pushes it into my ass, fully sheathing himself.
My nails dig into the wood of my desk, my body on fire from the sudden fullness. I gasp, pain following as he grabs my hair and pulls out, only to slam back in again.
“He’s dead,” he grits, thrusting hard once more, fucking my ass with so much hatred, my pussy begs for attention.
All I can do is chew on my bottom lip to stop the entire office hearing me cry as my brother fucks me over my desk.
I let out an accidental scream as he pulls out and thrusts hard, hitting my hips into the desk. He tuts and leans over me further, which only draws him deeper, then takes the metal ruler from my stationery holder.
Malachi forces it into my mouth and closes my jaw with a firm grip.
“If someone hears,” he says slowly, moving in and out and making me cry around the metal, “I won’t stop. I’ll fuck your ass in front of them.”
Malachi has a bit of an obsession with anal—my butt is like his safe place recently, but he also uses it as punishment. He knows I want my pussy fucked. My entire body is screaming for it as he pounds into my back hole, knocking things from my desk andshaking my computer so much, I think the screen might snap from the stand and smash on the floor.
There’s a knock at the door, the shadow of someone on the other side, but Malachi ignores them and keeps fucking me, stretching me, bruising my hips against the desk and yanking my hair so hard, I think I might lose a few strands.
I’m panting through my nose, breathing heavily, my eyes watering—if he just reaches his hand down and touches me, it’ll be everything. I’m throbbing and needy and seconds from exploding.
Just one touch. I’m silently begging.
“Olivia? The stupid door is locked.”
Abigail.
She knows how to—
The door opens after she messes with the handle, making us both freeze.
Malachi doesn’t pull out when he sees it’s my best friend; he just huffs and presses his forehead into my back.
Meanwhile, Abbi closes the door, only noticing us when she turns around. Her eyes widen, and she drops her bag to cover her eyes. She parts her fingers to make sure what she’s seeing is real—me, bent over my desk with a letter opener stabbed through my sleeves to keep me in place, a ruler in my mouth keeping me gagged, and my brother’s cock in my ass.
She’s not in a hurry to leave either. She crosses her arms. “We need to talk,” she says. “I’d appreciate it if I had your full attention.”
I try to budge, but Malachi takes his forehead off my back, his hand snatching my nape, and I gasp as he pulls out to the tip and hammers back in so hard, the desk creaks.
“Hey!” Abigail grabs a pen and throws it at him but misses. “Stop fucking your sister! This is important!”
Malachi grunts, lying his front on my back as he thrusts again, turning his head away from Abigail and snatching my lobe between his teeth, filling my ass with every inch of him.
Another pen flies towards Malachi, smacking him in the head this time.
It annoys him enough to stop, his pissed-off gaze lifting to her.
I spit the ruler out. “What is it?”
“The Reznikovs are coming tomorrow morning,” she says, not taking her eyes off Malachi as he still doesn’t pull out of me. “I’ll come as moral support since your mom is psycho about it all.”
“How do you know it’s tomorrow?”
Her eyes flicker to me with a touch of hesitation. She lets out a forced laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t know.”
My brow raises. “You don’t know how you know?”
“I can’t focus. Please tell him to get out of your ass and leave,” she says. “Anyone could just walk in and see the two of you. The entire office thinks you’re siblings.”
Malachi isn’t going to leave—I can already feel the rage building around him. He was interrupted once before, and it nearly cost our father’s life. Who’s to say he won’t hurt Abigail?
