Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“I heard you might have some questions for me,” he says.
Is he serious?
“I have nothing but questions. But are you actually going to answer them?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Maybe. If I feel like it. I’ll give you three.”
“Okay ” I go through my mental Rolodex and try to pull out one of my more basic questionssomething he might actually answer. “Why is it that I can’t talk to Luca, but you said it was fine for him to go fuck River, Hazel, or anyone else at that party as long as he doesn’t talk to them?”
“Because,” he starts. “Everyone has a drug of choice. Luca’s drug of choice is love.”
I furrow my brow, not quite catching his meaning. “Okay I’m still not sure what the problem is.”
If this is going to be how he answers all of my questions, I should just go sit the fuck down.
“The problem is that for him, it is a drug. He’s obsessed with the idea of it, and he takes it too far every fucking time. He lets it control him, and it makes him absolutely insane. He can’t handle it. He can fuck the girls because they won’t fall in love with him. River and Hazel are too in love with each other, and Layla and Alana know better. He can fuck a random bloodslut as long as he never talks to them again. No exchanging phone numbers, no DMs. It’s for his own good, and he knows it.”
I think again of Bridget and Heidi. “What did he do?” I ask.
“I told you alreadyhe took shit too far. Next question.”
“What’s with the blood?” I ask.
“Do you really want me to tell you?” he asks. “It’s better if you experience it, and you will experience it a lot over the next few days.”
He must mean when we go home. “I like to have an idea of what I’m getting myself into.”
“But you’re intrigued by it,” he says. “I can tell. I saw you at the show, and when you thought I was going to slice you open in your hotel room. Your eyes went wide, your pupils dilated, and I could see it your pulse on your neck racing.”
He isn’t wrong. And it was. It also shouldn’t have made me wet, but it did. It’s making me wet again now.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“Blood drinking is kind of history’s dirty little secret,” he says. “We don’t talk about it now because you’re not supposed to do it. It’s forbidden or taboothey’ll even tell you that it’s poisonous, but that’s only true if you consume large quantities daily. The truth is there’s endless power in it.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “How?”
“Blood is the life force behind everything. It’s liquid vitality. In ancient Rome, when a gladiator was slain, the crowd used to descend on them to try to consume that same vitality and make it a part of themselves. There’s a reason war brings prosperity to the lands of the victorsto the ones who spill the most blood onto the soil. When you drink someone’s blood, you take some of the power, and when you give them some of yours, you become a part of them, too.”
“They take your power,” I say.
He nods. “You give it to them. And then they take it. There’s a high in itin knowing they’re taking your life force as it spills from you or that they’re willingly cutting themselves open and give you their own.” He takes a knife from his pocketthe same one from earlierand flips open the blade. He runs the blunt side over the swell of my breasts and in between my cleavage, then up my sternum to my clavicle. “It’s erotic, don’t you think?”
Fuck me.
I suck in a breath. “I’m not sure,” I say. “Are you going to cut me now?”
“No,” he says, lowering the blade. “You’ll bleed for me, Teagan. But it will be because you want to. You’ll choose to, or you’ll beg me to take it. Do you want to get on your knees and beg me now?”
“No,” I tell him. I’ve never begged a man for anything and don’t intend to start now.
He laughsactually laughs at meas if I can see my internal struggle and then walks back toward the booth.
“Hey,” I call, stopping him with a hand on his arm. He eyes that hand with disgustas if I’ve committed some heinous offense by touching himbefore I let it fall away. “You said I got three questions. That was two.”
He doesn’t respond but stops, waiting for the third.
“What’s your drug of choice?” I ask.
“It’s power,” he says. “I’d think that’d be just as obvious as yours.”
“What do you think mine is?”
“Attention,” he says. He half smiles before walking away, and I’m left standing there alone, offended and fuming again.
Attention? Fuck this asshole. I don’t give a shit about attention. I went through the majority of my life without getting any kind of fucking attention.
I do my best to reel it back in and then return to the booth and sit between Eli and Brady.
“Hazel,” Declan says. “Come sit on my lap.”
She walks over to him, and he grabs her by the hips and pulls her down onto his lap, facing him. Her skirt rides up enough that I can see her black lace thong.
He leans in and whispers something in her ear, and she laughs and nods, then he flips open that same knife and hands it to her. She brushes her hair away and tilts her chin up, then drags the knife across her neck lightly, but enough that it makes a thin cut about two inches in length.
The blood comes fast, running down the side of her throat, then onto her collarbone and down her cleavage. Declan takes the knife from her and slowly drags his tongue over the blade, licking it clean before placing it on the table. He kisses her on the mouth before pulling down the front of her dress down over her tits, licking and sucking the blood from her skin. Hazel throws her head back and moans, grinding her pussy against him while he runs his hands and his mouth over her bare tits. He sucks and bites on her nipple, causing her to gasp, then makes eye contact with me before moving up the length of her throat and closing his mouth over the wound.
He’s looking for a reaction from me. Maybe he’s seeing if I’ll look away or leave the table; maybe he’s hoping I’ll try to join in. I don’t plan on doing any of those things.
But if it’s just that he’s hoping to prove a pointto show me how erotic it ishe already made it. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to bring my wet, aching pussy some relief as I watch her now-bare ass as she rolls her hips against him.
A couple of minutes go by like this before he clears the table and lays Hazel flat on her back. He pulls her underwear down over her sneakers, tosses them aside, and then drops to his knees.
No way. He’s not really going to
But he spreads her legs wide and dives in, running his tongue up and down her slit.
“Oh, Declan ” she moans. “Fuck.”
I watch as she digs her heels into the table, arching her back, moaning and wriggling her hips against his tongue.
Jesus Christ.
I avert my eyes only for a second, running them over her body, over her bare tits and that place on her neck that drips blood onto the table now.
Her essence. Her life force. Her vitality.
I look to the space next to me, noticing that Brady is gone, then at the place where Eli sits, directly across from Hazel, and see him jerking his hard cock in his hand while he watches. I quickly move my eyes back to Declan and Hazel. His head moves back and forth between her legs as he licks her clit, and I realize he’s slipped his fingers inside of her, too, and the muscles in his right forearm flex as he works her pussy. It almost sounds like she’s crying while she moans for him.
“Oh, god,” she cries. “I’m gonna gonna don’t s-s-stop.”
Across the table, I hear a deep groan and from the corner of my eye, watch as cum drips down Eli’s fist and coats his stomach.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Hazel whimpers. I see her legs shaking, and she arches her back one more time before she screamsactually screams in the middle of a public spacewhile she comes on his face.
When she finally stills, he pulls away, his lips and chin covered in a mixture of her blood from earlier and her pussy juices. I watch as his tongue comes out, slowly licking as much of the area clean as he can, as if savoring it, before wiping away the rest with his forearm.
It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He turns back to me, and I realize my mouth is hanging open and quickly close it.
“You should have begged like you wanted to,” he says to me, then turns back to Eli and Hazel, still breathless and exposed on the table. “Gather everyone up. It’s time to go. I’ll have the bus here in five.”
With that, he pulls his phone from his pocket and begins making his way toward the staircase. Hazel casually straightens her clothes.
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