Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
But shit. He’s kind of right. And I just realized I have a problem.
“I don’t have any clothes,” I say.
Luca fixes his pants, then wraps me up in his shirt. I slip my arms inside, and he buttons the few remaining buttons.
Blood seeps into the white shirt in the shape of the ‘L’ on my chest.
“You should take this, too,” he says, giving me his coat.
The car stops in front of the hotel, and shirtless Luca gets out first. I smile when I see the marks I left on his back, still dripping blood in a few places. I press my lips to his back and suck.
“You’re my dream girl, Teagan,” he says before entering the building.
“Miss!” the doorman yells. He steps into my path, looking me up and down. “You can’t be here.”
“What? Luca!” I call out.
Declan’s arm slips around my waist. “Do you know who I am?” he asks the man.
“Um, I yes”
“Then get the fuck away from her,” he says.
“But”
“Move! Now! Don’t even fucking look at her, or I’ll kill you.”
The man steps aside, and we walk through the doors together.
“Please don’t actually kill this one,” I tell Declan.
“I’ll consider it,” he says.
“What the fuck was that about?” Luca asks.
“I took care of it,” Declan says.
“Sexism,” I tell him. “Apparently, only men are allowed to show up bloody and half-naked at this hotel.”
“Fucking rude is what that is,” Luca says.
We step into the elevator, and Luca hits the number nine button, and I’m suddenly overcome with anxiety about where I’m supposed to sleep now. I’m tucked under Declan’s arm, who was angry that I hadn’t stayed with him the other night, but all of my stuff is in Luca’s room and his initial is carved into my chest.
And both of their cum drips down the inside of my thighs.
Luckily, Declan makes it easy.
“Good night, Teagan,” he says when we reach the door to the room I share with Luca. He leans in, his lips finding mine, and kisses me softly. I don’t mean to breathe him in the way I do, pushing up onto my toes and gripping his jacket tightly in my fists. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
He kisses me on the forehead and just leaves me there like that, breathless. Intoxicated.
“We need to shower; we’re bloody,” Luca says as his key opens the lock. He ushers me inside with a hand on my lower back. “Unless you just want me to hose you off out back or something.”
I shoot him a glare.
“Kidding,” he says.
“Never. Again.”
He laughs as he walks the corner into the bathroom and turns on the water. I shrug off his clothes and join him in the shower. Afterward, he bandages the cuts on my chest, telling me how good it looks and how it should scar.
Then, at four-thirty in the morning, we finally crawl into bed together. Everything hurts like it did the first time.
It feels good.
Luca’s rifling around the room wakes me much sooner than I’d like. He sits on the end of the bed, slipping on his shoes.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Going to the gym for a couple of hours,” he says.
“Don’t we have to leave?”
“Not yet. It’s a long drive to Reno; Declan wants to leave at night so we can sleep. He wants to go get doughnuts. I can’t eat fucking doughnuts.”
“Why not?”
He scoffs. “Because I don’t eat trash. Only sweet thing I need to eat is your pussy. Do you want to go with me?”
“To the gym? Not really. I eat trash.”
“You do whatever you want, baby.”
He pulls on a hoodie that matches his sweats, then runs his hands through his blonde hair before covering it with a backward baseball cap.
His normal guy disguise.
“Luca?”
“Hmm?”
I love you.
I don’t know exactly what I intended to say, but that’s what pops into my head. I don’t say it, of course. I scold myself for thinking it, quickly shutting it down.
“I like looking at you,” I tell him instead.
He smiles, and somehow, it hits me right in the fucking chest. How the hell did he do that?
“I like looking at you, too, Teagan.”
I crawl out from under the covers, then stand on the bed and walk to him. I throw my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder.
“Don’t leave me alone,” I tell him. “Please?”
He lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. “I won’t leave you alone,” Luca says. “You’re never alone.”
“What are you doing?” I ask as he carries me out the door and into the hallway.
He uses a key to unlock the door across the hall, then steps inside and lays me down on the bed between River and Hazel.
“I need you guys to watch my baby for me while I’m gone,” he tells them.
“Does she have any allergies we need to know about?” River asks.
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