Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“What would you do for me, Teagan?” he asks.
“Anything ” I tell him as he fucks me through the aftershocks, my entire body shuddering.
“Tell me you love me,” he demands.
“You said I didn’t have to.”
“I changed my mind,” he groans. “Fuck you do love me, don’t you, Teagan?”
“Yes ”
“Look at me and tell me you love me while I come in you,” he says through clenched teeth.
“I love you ”
It comes out a breathless whisper, but apparently, that’s enough. He sits up on his knees and pulls me into his lap without pulling out. I hold onto him as he wraps his arms around my back, holding me against him as he comes, groaning as his cock jerks inside of me.
And when he’s finished, I feel vulnerable, which is something I’m not used to, and I hate it. I also realize it’s probably exactly what he wanted. I want to run, but neither of us move.
Instead, I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath, silently scolding myself. But there’s never been any equity of power in mine and Declan’s relationshipnot from the very first moment. Saying what we both already know aloud and letting it hang there isn’t going to make that any truer than it already is.
So, really, I did nothing.
“Teagan?”
“Nothing’s changed.”
“What?” he asks.
Oh shit. Did I say that aloud?
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
He lowers me onto the bed and then takes my hand in his. He presses the knife into my palm and curls my fingers around it inside of his own fist.
Then, he brings the tip of the blade to his own chest.
“Do it,” he says.
“What? No!”
I try to release the knife, but he tightens his grip around mine. He leans in until it digs into his skin. Dark red blood drips down his chest.
“Stop!” I scream.
Panicking, I kick my way out from under him and jump off the bed.
“Teagan Teagan! Stop!”
He grabs me before I get to the door, pinning my back to the wall.
“It’s okay,” he says.
I shake my head. “It’s a trick. You won’t want me anymore. I won’t do it. You’re punishing me for what I did. If you want me gone, I’ll just leave!”
“Calm down,” he says softly, tilting my chin with two fingers until my eyes meet his. “It’s not a trick, Teagan. I don’t want you gone. I love you.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re lying. I’m not falling for it.”
“Take the knife, Teagan.”
“No!”
“You already cut me, Teagan,” he says, pressing the knife into my palm again. “I’m already bleeding. If it’s a trick, you might as well make it count, right?”
I close my fist around the handle and gaze down at the blade, turning it over in my hand as I contemplate my options.
He’s right. It’s a small cut, but he is bleeding. A thin trail of blood runs from the tiny incision down his abs. And so, maybe I should just do it. Because fuck ithe’s already ruined me. He won’t stop. If this is how he wants it to end, let’s get it over with.
I’ll play.
Flexing my jaw, I look up at him with new resolve.
“That’s my girl,” he says.
“You love me?” I ask.
He places both hands on either side of my face. “Yes,” he says. “Yes, Teagan. I love you.”
“Okay.”
I place a hand on his chest, walking him backward until his legs hit the bed, and he sits on the edge.
I flip the blade over in my hand. “Hold still.”
“Iahh, shit!”
He doesn’t get a chance to say whatever it is before I dig the knife into his chest. I’m not nervous like I was when I cut Luca; I use the right amount of pressure, and the blade glides effortlessly through his flesh. He grits his teeth, the muscles in his chest flexing, but doesn’t make another sound. After crossing the ‘T,’ I bring the knife to my lips, locking eyes with him as I lick the blade clean before folding it and tossing it aside.
He doesn’t stop me.
And since he doesn’t stop me, I begin licking and sucking the blood from the cuts on his chest. Taking his power, as he said.
And he doesn’t stop me from doing that, either.
So, when I realize he’s hard, I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, bobbing my head on his cock until it hits the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around the tip when I come back up.
“Teagan,” he moans, threading his fingers into my hair. “Fuck. Let me see those pretty blue eyes.”
I look up at him, hollowing my cheeks around him while I lick and suck him off.
“This is our secret, Teagan,” Declan says before tightening his grip on my hair. He hisses as he pulls my mouth away from his dick. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? I love you, but I’ll cut your tongue out.”
“I know you will,” I tell him.
“Get up,” he says. “Bend over the bed now, kitten.”
I do as he asks, bending over the bed, spreading my legs wide, and arching my back.
“Jesus,” he says. “You’re still swollen and dripping with cum, and you’re begging for it.”
“And you got hard bleeding for me.”
A loud smack echoes through the room. “Fuck!” I cry, my ass cheek stinging. “What was that for?”
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