Little Liar (The Web of Silence Duet, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

Side characters from The Edge of Darkness appear within Little Liar,

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Rex is my only friend now. He’s silent. So am I. Mommy hates that I don’t talk to her anymore, but I like keeping things to myself. Everything I say always results in a slap across my face or her yelling at me. He’s the only one who talks to me now without using words. My best friend. My protector. My hero until Daddy comes home.

When I turn eight, I don’t get any birthday cards or a cake like the other kids in the orphanage—I sit under the bed with a drawing of my spider and imagine a crowd of people singing happy birthday to me, and we blow out candles that I draw. I close my eyes and make a wish. I wish someone would choose me.

Oh my sweet Malachi <////3

Without thinking, because I want her to like me too, I lift my hands and sign, Please don’t be afraid of me.

She won’t be taken from me. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll be good. I’ll do as I’m told. I’ll be the kid they obviously needed to complete their family. Olivia. My new little sister. I couldn’t protect my mom or Rex, but I think I could protect her. I will protect her. Because she’s mine.

I’m imagining him in a body bag. Bloodied. Ripped to shreds. Diced and minced and pulverized. No longer in existence. No one will ever be good enough for Olivia.

I’d happily give up a mother and a father to have even a day of calling Olivia mine.

Her hair whips, and my heart races instantly. Beautiful.

The more I look at her, the more I realize how doomed I am. I’ve never had any luck—but she’s the rainbow I’ll fucking chase to win something more important than my own life.

I could listen to her laugh forever, but there’s something else I want to hear. For me. Caused by me. All for me.

Olivia moaning my name while she’s over me, dropping her sweet little ass down on my cock, telling me it’s too much even though she keeps going regardless until she comes—

Do I just kiss her? Pin her down, rip her clothes off, and do what I want with her?

Do I ask her if she wants to see my dick, since she’s so engrossed in touching it while I’m asleep?

Maybe I should just kiss her.

I want to see you. I promise not to touch you, I sign, now officially the biggest liar in her life. I’ll touch her. I’ll do a lot more than touch her. She’ll love it too.

Why can’t she see what we are already? Without even being together, we are stronger than our own parents’ marriage—fuck, we’re more powerful than the entire world.

Is she fucking joking? In what world would I laugh about anything about Olivia or her looks? She’s beautiful—every atom of her being was made for me and only me.

Even when we’re dead, our souls will belong to one another.

She slaps my arm after I shake my head, and I grit my teeth, wanting her to hit me harder. Slap my face. Spit on me. Fucking pull my hair and call me the best big brother ever.

What do I do now? Tell her to do as I say and lie back, stick her fingers in her hole and show me how she gets herself off?

My mouth waters; every hair on my body rises. She’s wet. I can see how much her pussy needs attention. Even as she tries to shut her legs, I keep them open.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me.” I’m not a good guy—I don’t keep my promises, and I lie. I lie every single day. Because I don’t want to be the son of a Vize; I want to be married into the family. I want her. All day. Every day.

I need a smoke to calm me. Or something else—her.

I want her to want me back.

Anyone would be lucky to call her their wife, mother of their children, the person they get to grow old with.

Her lips are so full, and I want to kiss them. I want to hear her gasp against my mouth as I devour her, to feast on her tongue and trap her bottom lip between my teeth.

I’m covered in her arousal, my precum all over her pussy.

I want to narrow my goddamn eyes and tell her to answer carefully, but she only grabs my hand once more, my cock twitching as she places my hand on her throat. Her fingers squeeze around mine, and fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I like to be choked,” she tells me. “I like rough kisses that hurt.”

Her moans are driving me insane—I might accidentally make her pass out from how tightly I’m gripping her throat.

Maybe, just maybe, she’ll let me fuck her tonight. And maybe, just maybe, I don’t use protection. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll fall pregnant and never be able to leave me. Irrational, but realistic.

Mason shifts beside me, sighing. “I know you told me not to go there, but the little purple-haired cheerleader is looking at me like she wants me in every hole. Give me three good reasons why I shouldn’t.” I silently laugh. She’s clingy. She can cling to my dick.

I swear to fucking God, if Adam shows up, I’m blowing up this yard and everyone in it.

She’s either drunk or she’s confident no one will come around here and catch us. The place is crawling with people, yet she’s got her tongue down my throat and making my eyes roll by just kissing me.

Fuck. This girl owns me.

I always had a thing for Olivia. Since I was a kid. I had no idea it could get stronger. So much so, I think I’m a health risk to myself and everyone around us, because I would kill for this girl without thinking twice.

Using her free hand, she snatches my throat, forcing me to look at her. “Touch me while I’m doing this to you.” Fuck. Fucking fuck.

My cock twitches, dying to dip into her pussy. To have her mouth. Her ass. Fucking anything. The way she talks only has me shoving my fingers even deeper, grabbing on to her skin for dear life while she rocks into my touch.

I’m starting to think I have an unhealthy fascination. She’s all I think about. Whenever something happens, I think of her. When I’m bored or busy or just lying in bed or hitting some weights, I try to imagine what she’s doing and if she’s thinking of me too.

I’m definitely in love with her. Soon, I’ll make her fall in love with me too.

“Fuck!” he cries, probably pissing himself while he starts begging me to leave him alone. He’ll do whatever I want. But it’s too late. He already messed with the one person who means more to me than life itself.

If I could talk, I’d tell him it was for Olivia. And if I could laugh, I’d do it while telling him she was fucking mine.

I slip my hand to her thigh, and she fights a smile and averts her eyes to look out the window.

BOYYYYYYY I'D BE BLUSHIN TOOOO

This is not even slightly what I had planned. Why aren’t we going somewhere to make out until our mouths fall off?

Her shoe hits my boot, and then she’s rubbing her foot up my ankle, my knee, gasping when I capture it under the table.

THIS IS A LITERAL SEDUCTION TACTIC I HAVE PULLED MWAHAHAHAHA

Run, Olivia. I want to chase you. I want to catch you. I want to fuck you until you scream so loud, you lose your voice just like I have.

I walk up to her, fisting her hair to tip her head back. Smiling, she digs her nails into my wrist, which only makes my dick hard and my body lower onto hers until she’s pinned into the dirt by my hips.

“This is so wrong,” she says, gasping as I keep grinding into her. “Wanting you.” She gasps again, rocking up to meet my thrusts, my tip nearly pushing into her. “My big brother.”

I watch as she slides her fingers inside, pushing my cum in and moaning, still in her high. Fuck.

Olivia shoves at my chest over and over again until I grab her and push her into the wall. I try to say her name. Actually say it—I can’t get the pronunciation or get the words out. I’m useless in this fight. I can’t sign because she either won’t look at me or grabs my hands; I can’t talk because I’m unable to actually do so. How do I win here?

Oh sweet Malachi :'((((