Page 94 of Little Liar
I know what he’s like. He’s going to be in his head right now, thinking about how this is obviously a position I’ve done before. And I hate myself. I hate that he’s not the only man I’ve been with, that I didn’t fight harder for him.
I truly believe I’m the only person Malachi has even as much as looked at in a sexual way—it makes me feel special.
“Push your hips forward,” I say. “Slowly.”
I gasp as he eases the head of his cock into me, his piercings rubbing against my glistening pussy. Each inch that pushes into me, from this position, feels deeper than every other position. I’m open for him as he slides in to the hilt, keeping himself buried as he closes his eyes and groans.
He’s not even wearing a condom—I’ve been trying to tell him to, considering where we both stand in terms of having children. I’m starting to hate the idea that I’ll never become a mother, but I’d never put something like that on him when he doesn’t want it. Ever. He’s more important to me than anything else in the world.
I arch my back as he fucks into me faster, a spiraling heat coiling in my spine as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, watching himself slide in and out of me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, Olivia.”
My hands fist the sheets as he goes harder, my moan probably waking the dead for miles while the headboard smacks the wall.
He releases my legs and covers my body with his to kiss me. His hands fist my hair, tugging harshly as he devours my lips and groans and grunts into my mouth.
My eyes start to roll as he hits the spot that has me seeing stars. My body tenses, my arms wrapping around him, my heels digging into his ass to draw him deeper. “Keep going,” I cry, sinking my teeth into his lip and releasing it with a painful snap. “K-Keep going.”
Malachi buries his head into my shoulder and lets out a deep moan as my orgasm has my inner walls clenching around the thickness of his cock. I tense all over, my nails ripping into the skin of his back as I shake beneath him.
He pauses, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with every drop of his cum until we’re both breathless.
My eyes suddenly start to water, and after a few moments, he straightens his arms to look down at me. I blink away the tears, refusing to think about the last twelve hours.
He grabs my jaw to stop me from looking away, drawing his face near.
“Stop crying,” he tells me, whispering the words against my lips as we both pant from our highs.
The betrayal is lodged deep in my bones. I always knew my mom wasn’t a good person, but to do what she did…
I can’t describe the way I truly feel.
Dad had his driver pick him up and take him straight home. He was going to confront our mother and put an end to all of this. She’s been the catalyst to this arranged marriage from the beginning.
First, she accepts millions from Xander’s family for my hand in marriage, then she fights every step of the way when I beg her not to make me do it, then she arranges for me to be kidnapped and taken to the Reznikov family to be used and abused and wedded to an asshole who’ll do nothing but bring me hell.
I hate her.
I’m done with that woman.
Dad is desperate to hide us. He wants us to run. To stay away until he fixes everything. Malachi is in total denial about running. He wants to fight for me. I could see the calculating look in his eyes. He’s never going to run. He’s going to stay and fight for my freedom with every ounce of his being, and that terrifies me.
Malachi kisses my cheeks. “Please. Stop crying.”
I nod, sighing as he drops his head to my chest and hugs me.
When we eventually sit up, Malachi gazes over at me with his back against the headboard, watching as I run my fingers through my hair. I give him a questioning look when he doesn’t do anything but stare at me.
“What?”
I don’t know if I’ve ever really told you, but you’re beautiful.
The blush running over my cheeks and down my chest has me trying to hide my nervous smile. I don’t know why that melted my insides and made me a puddle on the floor. Malachi has always been expressive with me, but being told by someone like him that I’m beautiful is something I wish I’d recorded to watch over and over again.
I go to him, and he flips us so he’s above me, grabs my face, and lowers his to mine. His lips press to the tip of my nose, my forehead, each eye to soak up the tears, then he kisses me on the mouth.
For some reason, I feel safe. I know that we’ll be okay. Malachi’s struggles with his mental health and me being targeted by the Reznikov family will only be stepping stones for us. I’ll help him adjust to his new life—he’ll help me adjust to mine. We’ll be fine because we love each other to death.
