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When my fingers slip between my thighs or when I’m kissing someone else, it’s shameless how many times his face has been at the forefront of my mind when I find my orgasm.
Malachi: Hold my hand. I reread it three times, then glance at him, but he’s looking at his phone. Malachi: Don’t make it obvious. Me: Why do you want to hold my hand? Malachi: Do I need a reason? Give me your hand, or I’ll tell Mom you touched my dick while I was asleep.
“And I want to hear your voice while I’m bouncing all over your cock, big brother.”
“I have my eyes on someone,” someone else replies. “Do you think Malachi Vize will be there?” “The hot mute guy? Looks like he wants to murder everyone while giving off big dick energy?”
He tries to communicate with his hands again, but I stop him, grabbing his fingers to halt whatever he’s going to say. It’s the worst, most belittling way to treat him, to silence his only way of talking, but I don’t care. He hurt me, and I don’t want to hear his side.
Say you love me. Say you feel the fucking same way I do about you! I tip my chin up. “I don’t love you, Malachi. I could never love someone like you.” His jaw tenses. 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
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I’ve been stuck in my own purgatory since I was born—the different one, the black sheep, the fucking mute weirdo who has an intense fascination with his little sister.
Adam turned out to be gay, Parker still can’t walk properly, and all the other suitors she’s had over the past six months have mysteriously vanished from existence. You’re fucking welcome, Olivia. They weren’t enough for you. No one is except me.
He interrupted my meal—maybe now he’ll know better than to take away my food, the fucking asshole.
The little things she does make me feel all warm and fuzzy, and I need to remind myself she’s a snake with a pretty face and a tight pussy.
My dear sister should be meeting her future husband tomorrow, but it’s a shame she’ll be sucking her brother’s dick instead.
I want to slice it open, deep and gaping, to see her blood spill down her body. But I also want to kiss her, goddammit. “I have a brother,” she says, her eyes watering. “If you hurt me, he’ll find you.” “Yeah?” The thrill going through me right now is fucking ecstatic. She just threatened me with myself—she thinks I’ll save her.
I stay against the wall, my hands behind me, and try to think of everything possible to make her stay. Willingly. I want Olivia to choose me. Please choose me. Nobody ever chooses me.
“Olivia,” I whisper clearly. “Please don’t leave me. Please stay with me.” Her sadness is all over her face—she’s looking at me like I’m the one breaking her heart, her eyes following a tear as it slides down my cheek. “Please,” I beg. “Accept my v-version of love. Pl-ease. I love you, Ol-l-l—” Olivia doesn’t tell me she loves me back, or that she’ll stay. She just gives me a warm smile and pulls her hand away before squeezing past me. I don’t turn around to watch her walk out of my life for good.
