Page 115 of Little Liar

Doing as she’s told, Olivia grabs Base’s headrest behind her and rides me with more speed, the sound of slapping skin filling my goddamn ears.

“Harder, Olivia. Drop your fucking ass down on me harder.”

She lets out a harsh moan as she does just that. Her pussy tightens, and I can feel her shaking in my hold.

“Can I come in you?” I ask because I’m so close. My balls are tightening, and my spine and legs have warmth filling them. My muscles bunch, and when she fails to respond, her orgasm washes over her so hard, she freezes on top with her nails digging into my skull.

I can’t hold it back either as white dots appear behind my eyes, and I push her shoulder to get as deep as possible, needing every drop of cum leaking out of me to be stuck inside her.

“Tobes. Help me,” Base says into the phone pressed to his ear. “The siblings are fucking in the backseat, and I’m certain the mute just spoke.”

We get there with twenty minutes to spare—no one followed us either, so Tobias pulls up just as we walk into the building. Base won’t even look at me, and I feel smug that I’ve been able to silence the prick.

Dad grabs Olivia and pulls her in for a hug, and she cries into his chest. He looks over her head to me and mouths, “Thank you.”

I lower my head with my lip flattening.

He doesn’t need to thank me. I would’ve died to get her back here safely.

Barry has set up a table for Olivia to rest her arm on as Molly and her best friend Abigail fill the room. Dad kisses her forehead, but we all sit silent, waiting to see if Barry can do it.

Olivia holds my hand under the table, her eyes staying on me. She’s terrified. If this doesn’t work, then there’s a chance we might lose her.

If that happens then there isn’t much point in me being on this earth.

“This will hurt,” Barry tells her then starts cutting into her skin.

Her eyes screw shut, and her grip on my hand tightens. Tears soak her cheeks, her teeth gritting. Then her head drops to my shoulder, and she cries and cries and fucking cries—it takes seven minutes for Barry to stop cutting into my sister’s arm before drop a small metal rod on the table.

“Done.”

Relief fills me as I grab Olivia’s face and kiss her, not giving a fuck that everyone can see. She sobs against my lips, her hand pressing to my chest gently. “You’re okay?”

My bottom lip trembles, and I swallow down the emotions as I let go of her face. I am now.

Tobias grabs a metal container and starts smashing it into the tracker until it’s in pieces, and silence cloaks us all once more.

Because it worked.

Olivia is free, and she’s holding my hand so damn tight, I don’t think I’ll ever let go. She covers her mouth as Abigail hugs her, shaking in each other’s arms.

But then Molly launches herself at me. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

I hug her, her little head buried into me, and I look at Olivia while she cuddles our father, her friend, and then thanks everyone.

My gaze lifts to the door as Adryx walks in.

“My father is in the trunk,” he says. “We’ll deal with him.”

“How did you get him in there?”

“A story for another time,” he replies to Barry. “We need to go.”

“Thank you,” Olivia says to him. “I know going against your dad was hard.”

He shrugs. “Not really.”

Olivia puts my suit jacket on and doesn’t let go of my hand as we walk out. Xander is smoking up against the car, his head down. Abigail comes out too, hugging herself, and stares at the brothers now both leaning on the car.