Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell

I look up at him with his cock in my mouth and nod. “If you ever try and run from me again, I’ll make sure you never see daylight,” he says, pumping into my mouth. “I’ll keep you locked up, and you’ll be my little fucktoy. Oh…fuck,” he moans, holding me in place while he…

“Thank god. Do you have a hair tie?” I ask. “This hair is just…I know it’s bad.” “It’s gorgeous,” she says. “But I’m sure Layla has some in the bathroom. Check the top middle drawer.” Sure enough, the drawer is filled with hair accessories. I grab a black scrunchie and pull my hair into a…

“That’s what River called it,” I tell him. “Why do people keep saying you’re dangerous?” “Mmm…I don’t want to tell you that,” he says. “Mmm…I’m probably just gonna…” I slip out from under his arm and begin scooting away from him. “Move over here then.” “No, don’t,” he says, laughing. “Okay, wait. Wait. Maybe…if you…

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” he growls. “So just shut the fuck up. You don’t know shit about me or my brother. Got it?” “Yeah,” I say weakly. “Yeah, I’m sorry, Luca. I got it.” He smirks, his tone, again, changing completely. “That’s better. I warned you about that mouth, didn’t…

“Yes. Or violence.” “Yes to both,” he says. “Promise me that you’ll really stay away from him this time.” “Yeah. No problem.” “Say it.” “I promise.” “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He pushes up into a seated position and climbs off the bed. “Come with me.” “What?” I ask. “Where?” “You’ll see.” He…

“Um, I think I’ll try this one first,” I say, holding up the book he recommended. “Did you fuck him?” he asks. “Luca? No.” “Good. Teagan, I—” “Declan.” I look to the doorway and see Layla looking back and forth between the two of us. Tears well in her eyes. “What are you—” “Enjoy the…

“It’s okay, baby,” Luca says. I’d almost forgotten he was there, holding me back. He kisses me on the side of the head. “Everything dies. There’s nothing that makes you feel alive quite like witnessing death. But you probably already know that, don’t you?” “I don’t—I barely knew him.” “But you felt it, didn’t you?”…

“Teagan is reading us a story,” Declan says. “Well, okay,” she says. She shrugs, seemingly indifferent as she walks past me, then settles into Declan’s lap. It’s going to be a very long three hours. It’s already dark, and I’m an overstimulated nightmare by the time we begin winding up the driveway to the secluded…

“Look around. Turn off that part of your brain that’s telling you that this is all just a bunch of fucking weirdos playing vampire. See and feel what’s inside you, in front of you, and around you.” I look back at her over my shoulder. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?” “Because…

“How are those two things related?” River asks. “That’s usually when people try drugs, right? They do it with their friends? I don’t have any friends.” “You have no friends?” River asks. “I don’t believe you.” “My sister is my friend,” I tell them, then I start to laugh. “But she doesn’t like me.” “I…