Page 48 of Little Stranger

“My name is Olivia.” She reaches out her hand, her cheeks reddening as she blushes. “I moved here a little over a year ago.”

Can she fuck off? She’s ruining my plan.

Her hand drops when I don’t acknowledge her existence. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be intrusive. I’ll just…” She turns around, going stiff as she looks for her last word. “Go.”

But I don’t want her to go.

Then again, I’ll fuck up my words, and she might realize who I am.

And if Olivia finds out her darling brother is living across the street, stalking her like he has nothing else to do in his boring life, then she might disappear—or worse, call the cops again and get me charged with fuck knows what next.

Come on, Malachi, I urge myself.Say something.

“Kai,” I say quietly. The fewer syllables, the easier it is to talk.

She stops and turns, confused.

I clear my throat, my lips moving a few times before I get the words out. “My name…”Breathe, asshole.“Kai.”

She smiles wide. “Well hello, Kai.”

Is she… flirting with me? Me?

No, she’s flirting with a stranger. Not me.

Not fucking me.

I want to strangle her.

“Hi,” I say, not bothering with her name because I’ll fuck it up. At least I don’t sound like an old man—my voice is quite deep and what people call “husky,” and I know she likes that.

She smiles again and turns away, walking towards her apartment entrance. I stare at her ass, the sway of her hips, and wonder how long I can hold my breath before I die.

My bones are shaking—I think I might pass out as soon as she vanishes into the building. Being so close to her like this, with her bright eyes and mesmerizing smile, kinda knocks me off my fucked-up axis. I almost want to abort my revenge-fueled mission and tell her I forgive her, that we can be together now that I’m no longer seen as part of the Vize family—yet I still hold the surname on all my documents and bank accounts.

But she was flirting with me, not knowing who I am.

Why does that fuck me off so badly?

I climb onto my bike, turning the key and reveling in the vibrations all over my body. It’s nearly as mind-bending as feeling Olivia cum all over my cock. Seeing her on her knees on my balcony while Dad yells from beneath it. Fucking into her mouth—my first ever blowjob—and seeing my cum on her lips.

Tasting her for the first time with my mouth.

The kiss in her bed—the way she wanted me to grab her throat and choke her.

The way she cried while Dad was bleeding to death under her while I fucked her from behind.

Depraved thoughts have me fighting the urge to follow her into her home.

But then I see her again, heading straight for me with a piece of paper in her hand, and I frown when she reaches it out to me. It nearly blows away in the wind, but I catch it.

“I know this is forward, but I don’t speak to many people.” She hands me the paper. “This is my number, and this is where I’m going tonight. It’s a Halloween festival just outside town. You should come.”

“Thanks,” I say, nearly hissing the word. “I’ll…” I swallow, breathing through my nerves, trying to get this right. “I’ll go.”

“Really?” Her eyes widen. “Awesome! I can meet you outside the main gate at seven? Text me when you’re there?”

I nod, and she blushes again before heading back to her apartment. I want to crack her skull open and feed her the gray matter of her brain, because what the fuck is she doing inviting a stranger out?

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