Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell

“You’re coming, aren’t you?” he groans. “Fuck, I can feel it.” As my pussy throbs around him, spots start to cloud my vision, and I dig my nails into his arm. He releases his hold on my neck and as I gasp for air, he shoves his cock into my mouth, thrusting into me while…

“Joke’s on you—I don’t care. I’m not taking it off, and I’m not washing it.” “Looks like someone shit all over you, but okay.” “Yeah, someone did.” He laughs as he walks back to the couch and his newspaper. How strange it is—fucking him naked, seeing him laugh. Eating a sandwich he made and watching…

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly when he pulls me around the back of the van. “No,” I tell him, whimpering just a little. I don’t want to—not in front of him—but I can’t help it. “I think he broke my fucking eye socket. It hurts.” “Well, you killed him,” he says. “You’re good and…

“Just these two,” she says, ushering the other two girls into the room. “I’ll bring this one down later. He’ll probably want to move them tomorrow.” The other man says nothing, closing the door behind the two girls, and I’m escorted back to the elevator. Once it starts to rise, she tucks the gun back…

“Teagan?” Bone Saw calls. “Oh, fuck…” Then, he’s kneeling beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Shit. Teagan,” he says, searching my body for the source of the bleeding, “wake up, sweetheart. You’re okay. Where are you even…if I find out you did this to yourself, I’m gonna—” “Relax, you big fucking baby,” I say,…

“Taking children is one of The Order’s favorite ways to collect debts,” he says. “But you’re right. She was broken.” “I hate it when you just leave me like you did before,” I tell him. “It feels really bad. Declan and Luca never did that to me. I can’t…I want to go home tonight.” “Is…

“Then I think you’re fine without them for a few days.” Days? I gesture toward the books on the back wall. “Can I look at your—” “No,” he cuts me off. “Get out.” I turn and leave the room without another word, but if those are his books—and he’s reading them, so I bet they…

“Why?” “They broke the rules.” “Which rules?” “He took two phone calls from the FBI this week. They have something on him, which means he’s likely planning to turn on The Order in an attempt to save himself. He should have known they’d find out—that they know everything the FBI has and what they’re doing….

But he will and he does. Lawrence steps aside and Bone Saw crosses the room in three strides and then drags the blade across his neck. He goes deep enough—so deep I see the bone when he steps to the side and the man crumples to the floor, his eyes as wide as saucers. Blood…

“Yeah, well, I’m all you’ve got now,” he says. “I’m the only one who’s here, taking care of you.” “You think you’re taking care of me?” “I’ve clothed you…twice. I fed you…kiwi and now vodka. I saved your ass in that alley, and I’m currently sheltering you. So, I don’t want to hear shit about…