Page 19 of Little Liar
I can’t. It’s a total violation. Not that the cameras aren’t, but I’m not physically doing stuff without her consent; I’m only watching her.
A part of me, the sick and twisted part, licks his lips and gloats inwardly from feeling her nipple in my mouth. I could do it again. The damage is already done, right?
One more lick and suck.
No.
Fucking no.
Staring between her legs again, my mouth waters, but I take a few steps back until I’m far away enough to catch my breath, running my hands through my hair and turning away.
I could fuck her.
Is she unconscious enough that she’d never know that I was inside her?
But she’d bleed on my bed from losing her virginity.
She would know. I might get her pregnant. She’d never forgive me.
I want her awake when it happens. I want her to know that we’re each other’s firsts and that she’s mine forever. We’ll leave the Vize family—we’re old enough anyway.
Patience has never been one of my strengths, but I applaud myself as I walk to the shower. I let the cold water calm me, my dick soft again, needing the thoughts to stop. I might hurt her if I do it, and I don’t want to. I’m not like that. I’m not a bad person. I can be good.
I can be good.
I can.
But you’re not good, the voice in my head says.You’re weird and dead inside, so use that as an excuse to steal her from the family robbing you of your happiness.
I leave the bathroom and keep my eyes unfocused as I put Olivia’s sleep clothes on, using a damp cloth to rid her cheeks of smeared makeup, then turn off the lamp and climb into bed beside her. I keep my distance. Usually, I’d be wrapped and tangled in her, but I need to stay as far away as possible. I can’t let those thoughts win.
It doesn’t matter what I decide to do, because in our sleep, we gravitate to one another naturally, and I wake in the morning to her lying on my chest, her legs twisted around mine.
Despite drinking and rolling about in the damn dirt last night, her hair still smells the same as it always does. Some of it is in my face.
Her leg is hiked, her thigh dangerously close to my cock.
Olivia doesn’t talk, but I know she’s awake. She sighs a few times, adjusts herself against me, and lets her fingers explore.
I pretend to stay asleep as her fingers slowly graze across my chest. So gentle, so fucking soft and innocent, yet my mind is picturing her touching my cock the same way, my lips around her nipple again, hearing her whimpering. Of her moaningabove me as she bounces. Her tits in my face, her tongue in my mouth, her pussy grinding up and down every inch.
I can’t stop my cock from reacting. It’s hardening, and she definitely fucking knows. Her head moves on my chest, looking down, and she lowers her leg, resting it across my thighs instead.
Is she… staring at my dick?
Is she mortified? Intrigued? Hungry? Will she touch me without me being awake like I did to her?
I can’t see her face to know, and it’s killing me.
It’s all yours, Olivia,I want to tell her, but it might result in her telling our dad and him putting a bullet in my head for being an incestuous dickhead.
But thankfully, just as my control starts to slip and my cock pulses, Olivia pulls away from me, doing her best not to wake me as she sneaks out of my bed like she’s just had a one-night stand. She doesn’t go out the door—one of our parents will see her and get suspicious, so she goes out the balcony doors and vanishes.
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Malachi
Inearly got arrested for assault.
