Page 10 of Sinister Legacy
But I can’t help it. My stomach twists with unease as we step outside into the cool, autumn air. I haven’t even put on my denim jacket. Instead, I’m carrying it in my hand on my way to Liam’s black Range Rover.
He opens the door for me, rounding the car while I strap on my seatbelt. I’m lost in my own thoughts, memories assaulting me of the night my father was arrested, when Liam starts the engine. It roars to life, bringing me back to the present moment.
I scan the leather interior, the dice dangling from the rearview mirror, and the stack of CDs in the center console. Everything is the same except for one tiny detail.
Bending at the waist, I pick up the leopard print scrunchie in the footwell. “Whose is this?”
With a distracted frown, Liam looks at it. He doesn’t miss a beat. “It’s Sienna’s. I gave her a lift to Miles’s the other day.”
“Huh… I’m sure Jessica had one just like it.”
“Maybe she did. A lot of girls have scrunchies just like it.”
I stare at it for a moment, then drop it in the center console with the CDs.
“You’re not paranoid, are you? I was at your place last night.”
Not all night. Not while my stepfather was fucking me like a whore.“I’m not paranoid.”
His tanned, veiny hand lands on my thigh, and he squeezes firmly. “You can’t let this get to you, okay? Promise me you won’t.”
Instead of replying, I stare out the window at the dark clouds in the distance and a derelict farmhouse. An abandoned, rusty car on the field, with weeds growing through cracks in the hood, passes by in a blur as we speed down the country lane toward school. I can feel Liam watching me, but I ignore him. This is what I hate; people are so quick to worry about me. Someone dies, and they all expect me to break like I’m a fragile crystal bowl.
I’m not.
“Pull over.”
“What?”
“Pull over!”
The car slows to a halt on the side of the road, and Liam leans forward to press the button for the warning lights.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking confused and worried at the same time.
“Nothing is wrong. Get your cock out.”
His brows pull low, and he looks at me for a long moment. Then, as if kickstarted like an old engine, he unstraps his seatbelt, unbuttons his jeans, and lowers the front.
Reaching across the center console, I wrap my fingers around his slack dick and jack it. Liam breathes in a sharp hiss between his teeth, grabbing hold of the roof handle. It doesn’t take long for his cock to harden.
Leaning back against the headrest, I stare at the empty road while jacking him hard and fast to the soundtrack of his labored breathing. I feel nothing. I’m so empty, I wonder if I even exist.
“Fuck, babe,” he breathes out.
I jerk him faster, ignoring the cramp in my arm. Liam is panting harshly, thrusting into my hand in time with my movements.
I look down at his dick just in time to watch him ejaculate all over my fingers. I still feel nothing.
I’m as dead as Jessica, even though I’m still breathing.
Liam stares at me open-mouthed as I drag my tongue through his warm and salty cum on the back of my hand.
After licking off the last of his seed, I gesture to the road. “Are you driving us to school, or what?”
He shakes himself off, pulls his jeans back up, and fastens them. Then we’re back on the road. Liam clears his throat, looks at me, then clears his throat again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Never fucking better,” I mutter, staring out the side window at the trees.
