Page 51 of Little Liar

All she’s doing is crying, and I have no idea what to do.

My breaths shake as I do the only thing I know she’ll like. The only thing to put her mind at ease. I shift on top of her, lower myself to between her legs, and drag my tongue over her pussy.

Without moving her hands, she moans while I slide my tongue over her entrance, circling her clit, pulling back to spit on it and suck on her lips. I part her with my thumbs, my eyes on her covered face as I drive my tongue into her entrance and devour her. I push her legs apart, and her whimpers grow louder.

“Oh God. You’re going to make me come, Malachi. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries, her words pushing me to keep tonguing her pussy, licking her clit, trapping it between my teeth as I slide my fingers back to her ass. I don’t let her adjust. I don’t even give her a warning—I push a finger inside the tightness of her hole as I thrust two fingers inside her pussy, and fuck her in both ways with her clit throbbing against my tongue.

“Angel?”

Ignoring my dad’s voice—because I’m far too deep into this and need her to finish—I pull my fingers free and grip her thighs while she soaks my face.

She’s grinding against my mouth despite whispering, “Daddy?”

I can hear footsteps, and then my father’s voice is bellowing. “Malachi!”

He tries to pull me off, but I’d rather die than break this connection we have. I don’t care that our father caught us, or that he’s gripping my shoulders and tugging me, dragging bothme and Olivia across the floor. My mouth sucks on her clit harder, and I hear Olivia moan.

Her taste is on my tongue as her orgasm starts to flush through her. But before I can finish her off, Dad manages to pull me away from her, a fist smashing into my face so hard, I see dark spots.

This asshole.

Warm liquid leaks from my nose as I grab Dad by the jaw and spit Olivia’s juices in his face.

Your daughter tastes fucking delicious, I sign, regretting he can now taste her as well.Too bad she’s all mine.

Dad wipes his face with a look of revulsion. “You disgusting piece of shit!”

He launches himself at me, and everything I’ve been holding in erupts from my mind—like a dark storm soaking me in nothing but evil. Like I know this is it. It’s all over. I’m about to lose everything.

The second my fist drives into my dad’s face, I feel it happen. The mental slip. The void drawing me in. I try to stop hitting him, but I can’t. I want to tell him that he needs to get the fuck away from me, that I can’t control the darkness taking over me, to shoot me if he can.

Despite the internal war with my demons, all I can do is hit him harder while my sister cries for me to stop.

But then…

Everything within me snaps completely.

The void in my mind grows.

Dragging me down until I’m trapped.

12

Olivia

My hands are covered in my father’s blood as Malachi leans against the wall.

He’s unbothered by the mess around us and obviously doesn’t regret his actions—he just pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and watches me while the sirens grow louder.

I try to ignore the blood around me, my brother’s cum leaking out of me and soaking my panties as the flashing lights glow through the windows.

In a few seconds, I’m going to lose Malachi and my father.

I’m losing them both.

For what? The sake of a forbidden fuck?

He’s staring at me, not running or trying to flee his impending arrest. He’s crossing his ankles and watching me cry over our father’s body as life drains from him with a cigarette in his mouth. Uncaring, unflinching as the door’s kicked open, or when the officers storm in and grab him.