Chapter 161 – Pretty Poisoned Novel Free Online by Elle Mitchell

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“Only in front of the main building,” he says. “It’s a very dated system—they won’t be able to see anything anyway, but I took the plates off, and I’ll keep the lights off until we leave the property. They won’t be able to tell when we left. It’s a rental from Texas, and I used a fake name anyway.”

“If only you’d used your powers for good.”

He laughs, shaking his head a little. “I’m doing good now for you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, you are.”

“It feels like shit,” he says as we reach the edge of the building. “Wait here. I’ll make sure no one is around.”

He peers around the corner and then puts his coat around my shoulders. “Walk to the car by yourself slowly and get in the passenger seat. Keep your head down.”

I nod. “Okay.”

I do as he said; I don’t see anyone around before I lower my gaze and walk to the car, and I don’t see anyone after I’m inside and close the door behind me. It’s minutes after the dome light turns off before Sebastian gets inside the car. I slouch down low in my seat while I wait for him.

When he gets inside, I notice that pink suitcase in the backseat. I need to get out of this soaking wet dress. “Will you unzip this for me?” I ask, turning my back to him and brushing my hair aside.

“Yeah,” he says. He slides the zipper from just below the nape of my neck to the swell of my ass, and I climb onto the center console. Before I can get into the back, he grabs me by the arm, stopping me.

“Teagan?”

I freeze, looking at him over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

Seconds pass, and when, still, Sebastian says nothing, I turn away, blinking back tears again. But before I can climb into the back seat, he pulls me into his lap, placing one hand on my cheek. With the other, he traces my jawline with his finger and then runs the same finger down my neck and over my collarbone.

He grabs the wet material of the dress bunched around my waist in his fists. I lift my arms and let him pull it over my head, leaving me naked in his lap. His eyes drop from my mouth to my chest.

“Sebastian…”

“Just let me look at you for a minute.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Sebastian runs his knuckles down my sternum and then to the ‘S’ carved near my hip, and then presses his mouth to my throat, kissing my neck before moving onto my nipples, sucking one into his mouth while running his tongue over the hard tip, and biting it just a little before moving to the other side.

“Oh, god,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his wet hair and holding him against me. “Sebastian…”

He pulls back, his mouth meeting mine, and we reach for the waist of his pants at the same time, fighting against his belt until we get his pants down over his hips and his dick free. I sit down hard, his hard cock easily slipping inside my soaked pussy.

I drop my head and moan when he impales me. “Oh, fuck…”

I roll my hips over his dick, riding him—slowly at first, all the way to the tip before sinking back down onto it, whimpering when it fills me. Sebastian grits his teeth and groans, and I pick up the pace.

“Fuck,” he says. He leans the seat back, and I gasp, sinking further onto him, tearing open the front of his shirt. I’ve never had this much control with him before. I place my hands on his chest, right beneath my scabbed-over name, using it for leverage as I rock back and forth, harder and faster, chasing my own release. “Your pussy feels so fucking good on my dick, baby.”

“Oh my god…”

“Are you gonna come?”

“I’m…yes…” My legs start to shake; goosebumps run up my spine as I sit back on him, barely rolling my hips as I come around him. I grab the handle above the door, and he grips my hips hard, setting the pace again while he uses my body to fuck himself through my orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream, riding it out. The second I let go of the handle, he flips me over, pinning my arms down at my sides as he drives into me. I spread my legs wide, putting one foot on the back of the passenger seat’s headrest and the other against the now fogged-up window.

“You’re still coming, aren’t you? I can feel it.”

“It just feels so good…” I whimper. “Master.”

Sebastian groans, sinking his teeth into my chest as he thrusts into me.

“Ahh!” I scream through clenched teeth, wriggling my hips and squirming against his hold.

My blood drips from his lips when he looks up at me.

“Does that hurt?”

“Yes…fuck.”

“Doesn’t it feel better when it hurts?”

“Y-yes…”

He runs his tongue over the wound and then sinks his teeth into my shoulder. I scream again, writhing beneath him with my arms still pinned tightly at my sides.

“Ugh, fuck. I’m going to miss the way you squirm on my cock, little monster. Fuck…”

His cock jerks inside me and he comes like that—with his teeth digging hard into my flesh, sucking my blood.

I taste it when he kisses me and then, with his lips against mine, he whispers, “I love you, Teagan.”

I swallow hard. “You do?”

“Yeah, I do. I know what I am. I know I don’t deserve to be loved by you, not even for a minute. And when I’m sitting alone in dark, lifeless houses wishing I’d done things differently, I don’t want this—not telling you and not touching you when I wanted to—to be one of those things. I’m going to miss you until the day I die, Teagan. I’ll love you that long, too—whether it’s five days or fifty years from now. Wherever you are…you should know that.”

“I love you, too. I’ll miss you, too. You can come—”

“No, I can’t. I told you—there are so many reasons why I can’t. But not wanting you and not loving you isn’t one of them.”

He kisses me again, rolls to the side of me, and then says, “Get dressed. We need to go; they’re going to start wondering if I’ve changed my mind soon.”

“Okay.”

I climb into the back seat and open the suitcase, and Sebastian adjusts his seat and puts the car in drive. He pulls away from the hotel with the headlights turned off while I change into a tank top and a pair of jean shorts.

Once we get away from the beachfront hotels, he turns the headlights on, and I climb into the front seat beside him. He rests a hand on my thigh, and I lean against his arm, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, Teagan. This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yeah, but—”

“No one gets everything they want, little monster.”

“I know that,” I tell him, sobbing. “But I hate this.”

And I’m not stupid—I know I can’t live with Sebastian. And I’m not willing to give them up, either. Luca loves me, too—he needs me back. And I need Declan. He’s my port in the storm.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. We don’t get to decide what hurts us.

He leans over and kisses the top of my head.

Panic sets in once we turn down an old dirt road winding through dense forest. I haven’t had the best luck with old dirt roads like this one. My pulse races; my breath comes short.

“It’ll be okay,” Sebastian says. “It’s not going to be like last time.”

“How do you know?”

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