Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell

“I’m going to go spend a few days in a sensory deprivation chamber to get my head straight and try to figure out how the fuck I was manipulated by a twenty-one-year-old girl!” “I didn’t do that. I wouldn’t do that.” “I guess it’s not entirely your fault,” he says. “I should have never answered…

Another agent runs the handheld metal detector wand over my body, taking his time over my right shoulder. “Clear,” he announces. “You can go.” “Thanks.” By the time we get to the gate, our flight is already boarding, and Blakely is losing her shit. Half of the flight is filled with the wedding party and…

“It was my grandmother’s name.” “What was she like?” He laughs. “Very smart,” he says. “But very mean. She was a tough woman—you look tough, too. No one ever messed with her; she’d kill them.” “Really?” I ask. “She killed people?” “No, not really,” he says, appalled. “You think my grandmother was actually a murderer?…

“Yeah…Declan.” His eyes narrow before he opens the door and retrieves the food from outside, removing the lid and taking a bite of one of the nachos before setting it down on the bed. “Those are pretty good,” he says. But more importantly, it’s the same tray with the same nachos I ate in bed…

“Yeah?” “Nothing, I just…wish things were different. That’s all. What if we—” “Wishing is for children. Grow up.” And there he is. “All right. Good talk.” “Teagan, you’ve been quiet tonight,” Blakely says. “Are you still feeling sick? Are you not having a good time?” I look up from my drink, realizing I’ve just been…

Because I can feel how angry she is, and there’s power in that, too. “You look beautiful, by the way,” Sebastian says. “You don’t have to say that,” I tell him. “It’s too loud for them to hear you unless you’re yelling anyway.” “I wasn’t saying it for them,” he says. “I forgot to tell…

“The exit is the other way.” “You don’t have time for that,” he says. “There will be people in there,” I tell him as he drags me into the men’s restroom. “You should have thought about that before you started acting like a whore.” He takes me to the very last stall, locks the door…

“I know,” he says. “I know what happened to you and Riv and Hazel; Brady and Rhett, too. I know, honey.” “I was alone.” “You’re not alone now,” Luca says. “You weren’t alone then, either. I just couldn’t get to you, Teag—that’s all. Hey, let me look at you. Let me see your face.” I…

“That’s my good girl,” he says. He spreads his legs wider and reaches for me, placing his middle finger on my clit. “Your tight little pussy feels so fucking good, Teagan. Keep riding it, baby.” I work my pussy up and down the length of him, slowly at first while I adjust to his size,…

“I don’t think it’s deep enough to scar.” “Too bad. Maybe next time.” “You’re so fucking perfect, Teag,” he says. And I know he means it—his green eyes look all the way through me in that way that hits me right in the fucking chest. “Come on.” “I’ll help you,” I tell him, climbing out…