Little Brats: Olivia: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Online Free Page A

stepped out from where he’d been standing in the shadows behind the door. Her mouth opened but she couldn’t say anything. There weren’t words.
    “You know, Olivia, we all keep parts of ourselves hidden.” His thumb moved over the side of her neck, making her shiver. “We wear masks for the rest of the world, and even the people closest to us often don’t know who we really are.”
    She knew he was talking about her, about her drawings, her secret fantasy life.
    “Randall, I’m sorry,” she whispered, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “I was—”
    What? Silly? Stupid? A fool, to think a man like you could want a girl like me?
    “Shhh.” His lips brushed the top of her head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
    His hand moved down her arm. She felt the heat of him, even through the silky material of her robe. Then he put something in her hand.
    “What’s this?” She lifted the book to look at it. Even in the dimness she could see it was a journal, like the one he’d been holding upstairs on the bed. This one had a purple rose on it, but again, the letter “O” on the front.
    “I saw yours,” he whispered, his fingers closing over hers on the book. “Now I’m going to show you mine.”
    She trembled as he guided her hands, opening the book for her, with her.
    It was his handwriting, that much she recognized. She stared at his words. At her name. Olivia. Livvie. Liv. My love. My desperate hope. My bright light. Mine. Mine. Mine.
    “Me?” she whispered, but it was there, in black and white, just like her drawings.
    “Yes.” His other hand moved around her waist and she shrank against him, as if she might make herself smaller—more perfect and beautiful, like the woman he married.
    “Oh Livvie, don’t run from me.” His breath was warm in her ear. “My sweet, beautiful girl.”
    “Me?” she whispered again, incredulous.
    “She came into my office today wearing one of my shirts,” he read softly over her shoulder. “She thinks I don’t know how she steals them. Her mother says it’s to cover up her fat. My wife is a fool, in so many ways. She is a goddess come to life, my Olivia. She is sweet fire and I want to burn with her.”
    “Oh Randall…” Olivia felt tears stinging her eyes, a small flame of bright hope beginning to burn at her core.
    “Are you shocked?”
    She shook her head slowly. Surprised, maybe. But not shocked.
    “Are you repulsed?” His lips moved against her ear. “Do you think less of me?”
    “No,” she denied it, shaking her head more vehemently now. Oh the irony. “I thought… you would be repulsed by me. That you wouldn’t… want…”
    “Oh Livvie.” His mouth moved to her neck, his breath so hot it gave her goosebumps.
    Her eyes still scanned the page of the book in their hands, reading his erotic words, pictures brought to life, channeled through the mind of the man who held her in his arms. She felt a blush heat her cheeks, her neck, her chest, as she continued reading, worrying her lip. The man could write—far better than she could sketch. The images he brought to life made her knees feel weak. These were his fantasies, laid bare. This was Randall, unmasked.
    “You’re so beautiful.” His hands, both of them, around her waist now, moving over the fullness of her hips. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
    Her gaze flicked up to the date at the top of the page. It was over a year ago. They’d both been hiding this secret, afraid to tell each other how they felt, afraid to cross the line. But now they were at the threshold. They could go forward, but there was no going back. Whatever happened, everything had changed now.
    “I hoped…” He swallowed and she held her breath, feeling his hands move under her robe, parting the material. “I did hope. But I didn’t know, not for sure, not until tonight…”
    So he had told her, had revealed himself to her. She could barely contain her excitement.
    “I know it’s wrong.” His