Little Stranger (The Web of Silence Duet, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

Do I need a reason? Give me your hand, or I’ll tell Mom you touched my dick while I was asleep.

No. You were mine when we were kids, and you’re mine now. You’ll always be mine.

But you are my sister. My dirty little sister who’s going to touch herself in front of me. Show your big brother what you sound like when you come.

Don’t silence me like that, he signs furiously. Don’t ever fucking silence me, Olivia

Stop saying that. We aren’t blood related. You aren’t my real sister, so what’s the goddamn problem?

I wonder what he’d think if he knew his precious daughter was the one sucking his son’s cock like the filthy little fucking whore she is.

Go kiss your future husband, little sister. And when you do, you better think about me and all the ways I’ll fuck you in his blood.

“And I want to hear your voice while I’m bouncing all over your cock, big brother.”

Malachi: Since you’re teaching me everything else, will you teach me how to say your name? I might fuck the pronunciation up a few times, but I want to know how to say it.

Because I can’t talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of every day? Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.

Believe me or don’t, but you’re the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that won’t fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?